Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

Is there only 1 day to say thank you to our mothers? From the moment of conception till you take your last breath and beyond, motherhood is an everyday experience.

When my first child was born, I slept with her monitor inside the crib with her. I am sure people thought I was crazy, but it comforted me to be able to hear her breathing at night. She was so little there was no way she was going to flip her way out of her crib or roll over onto the monitor. Enter today’s technology where they are lucky enough to be able to strap a little oxygen monitor to the baby’s foot when they go to sleep. I wish we had those. Apparently, I am not the only crazy parent praying to God to keep my baby alive through the night. I look forward to seeing what is invented for the next generations.

Fast forward to your child’s adulthood. There is no relief. There is no relaxing. As a mom you still worry. “Call me when you make it home, please. Let me know when your plane lands, please.” I do not care how old they are, the worrying never stops. The love and worry only extends to their family. Praying for their husbands and children to be safe and happy. Trust me all of this brings so much joy.

I can only speak for myself, but I usually speak to each of my adult children most days. Even if it’s just a text to say hi, I love you. Today for example, I waved at my youngest as she was driving down the road on her way to work. My middle child and I facetimed twice already and to be honest one of those calls were for her to see her dogs who are spending a few days with me. And I can almost guarantee that my oldest child and I will be facetiming after she gets off of work in a few hours.

Needless to say, this past weekend, my children spoiled their Mom. Everyone has busy schedules, but we made it all work out. I had dinners out, lunch at the club, pool time with my baby man and outdoor grilling and smores by the bonfire. Time together is the best and only gift I want.

Motherhood, the best job in the world. The pay is priceless. How can you put a price on kisses and hugs and love? How can you ever explain to your children the joy they have given you in this life? Will they ever truly understand? Yes, when they have their own… that’s when they finally understand that love that is deeper than… yeah, I’m out. As Piglet told Pooh Bear when he asked how to spell love. Piglet says, “You don’t spell it, you feel it.”

In the news this week: Cancel Culture strikes again. No longer calling mothers, mother, but now birthing person.

This is one reason I am limiting news into my world right now. Animals treat their babies better than us. I’m reading Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult right now. The amazing descriptions she gives on the habits of elephants is amazing. The protection of their babies, the grief felt when a family member dies. It’s truly amazing. Birthing person…. I think not. Cancel me not!

Hope everyone had a lovely day with their mothers or thinking as I did of mine who lives in heaven.

Lisa