Happy Mother’s Day – I am Grateful Today For My Mom and the Gift She Is To Our Family. Love You Mom.
Mother’s Day – Today is a celebration of life – the fluid continuity that is motherhood in all of its myriad facets. My Mother was blessed to have been raised by the most amazing woman. My Grandmother was a force of positive, loving, gentle wisdom and kindness. She had a fire in her, and could be downright feisty, but it was the pure love, the joy of Jesus that made Grandma the mother she was. Growing up with this example to follow made my Mother a loving role model, maternal to the core, nurturing to a fault and someone I have always, no matter what, been able to count on to love me no matter what I did, or what I said. She has shown me that mothers are strong enough to handle every crisis that can possibly arise, soft enough to shed tears at the little things, wise enough to know that housework will wait, but hugs and time with the children won’t. She has shown me that laughter can get you through the tough times, for there’s humor in nearly every situation, and that being strict now, makes for better kids later, because someday, they too will be parents. She told me no often, because no child needs everything they ask for, nor is it good for them to be spoiled by material things that they haven’t earned. These children grow up not appreciating the little things, expecting life to be handed to them on a silver platter, and whine when they don’t get their own way. Strong, enterprising kids who have to figure out for themselves how to earn their own way, will grow up to be strong, enterprising adults who will mirror our foremothers who helped build this nation to what she used to be, and what we’d like for her to be again. My Mom taught me these things, and I hope I taught them to my children as well. Mom let me be independent. I have started so many businesses from the time I was a child that I lose count. She cheered me on when I began selling stickers at school, before stickers were popular. She helped me buy jingle bells to string up and sell to kids to tie to their shoes at Christmas time, jingling all the way to class (the teacher’s HATED that!). She took me shopping for beads and all the necessary fittings to make jewelry to sell out of my locker during breaks. (I’m detecting a theme). She never ONCE told me that I would fail, but encouraged me. She let me get my first “real” job when I was 13, waiting tables at the Christian camp down the road, working in the office once in awhile, and generally pitching in wherever they needed help. She didn’t tell me how to spend the money I earned, she just knew that I was learning skills that would help me later on in life. My Mom guided me, loved me, nurtured me, and never sheltered me from difficult subjects. When I made mistakes, such as jumping into adulthood far too young and becoming a mother myself when I was 19, Mom didn’t judge me. She held me close (after the shock wore off) and let me know she was there for me. When my daughter was born, my mother cried, not because she was a Grandma at 39, but because Krianne was so absolutely beautiful and she was in love with this amazing child. Later when my son was born and proved to be a challenge to everyones sanity with the strength of his will, my Mom would let me cry daily on her shoulder, because at that point I was fairly certain I wouldn’t survive the hurricane who was named Garrett. Through everything, my Mother has been a rock, a solid foundation on which to plant myself, and an example of love to follow and pass on to my children. I’m sure my mother has regrets – don’t we all? – and I’m sure she thinks she made mistakes – but don’t we all? I don’t remember any of them. It’s the good stuff that I think of when I travel the meandering path of memory. I hope and pray that when my children think of me, they don’t remember the bad stuff either, but know that everything I ever did, every breath I drew, I drew it for them and that I did the very best I could do. It is all I could ask of myself – to be as good a mother as my mother was to me, and her mother before her. Thank you for being my Mom. I love you more than words could ever say.
Limerick Day – do you remember in school when we learned the different types of poems and how to write them. Limericks were always some of the easiest ones to write because of the cadence and rhyme of the lines. The most commonly known ones are actually quite naughty and can’t be repeated here, but there are clean ones out there and can be found after a brief search if you so choose. Where did we get the Limerick poem though? Well, writer Edward Lear (1812-1888) popularized the Limerick in 1846 in his “Book of Nonsense”, and since today is his birthday, this is the day we celebrate it. A Limerick is 5 lines long – the 1st 2 lines rhyme with the 5th, and the 3rd and 4th lines rhyme. Put that together and you have a fun little poem. By the way, the city of Limerick is the 3rd largest in Ireland.
Hug Your Cat Day – I love my cats. They are both have very distinctive personalities, but isn’t that the way cats are? One is a cuddle bug who would be thrilled if I’d sit in the chair, with a blanket across my lap, offering her a resting spot for the entire day. She doesn’t care if my legs fall asleep (she’s a big cat), or if I dump her on the floor to go do a few household chores. She’s more than ready to jump right back up when I sit down again. She’s been with me for 14 years, and is always so happy to see me no matter the time of day. My younger kitty – she’s about 7 now – is a little standoffish, but what stands her apart from other cats I’ve had is that she’s such a chatter box. From the moment we get up in the morning she’s whining and making sounds to let me know that she really wants attention and she wants it right now! I can’t walk around the house without her being under my feet, yet when I go to pick her up, she runs away. Very weird, but very sweet. Cats are wonderful pets – and I know that’s up for debate between dog lovers and cat lovers – but honestly, I’ve never had a time in my life without a cat, and I can’t imagine my life without one. Hug your kitty today – all they want is a little love and attention, and they’ll give so much in return.
Food Celebration of the Day –
National Nutty Fudge Day – American fudge supposedly evolved in women’s colleges in the 1880s. Ladies could make it in their kitchen-less dorm rooms by just using a gaslight, a chemistry lab spirit lamp or a chafing dish. No matter who created it, when they created it, or why they created it . . . aren’t we glad they did? Fudge comes in all sorts of flavors, and here’s a few from www.food.com to get you started!
- World’s Easiest Maple Walnut Fudge
- Chocolate Peanut Butter Fudge Bars
- Rocky Road Fudge Bars
- Magic French Fudge
- Tiger Butter Fudge Candy
- Chocolate Fudge Cake
- Peanut Butter Fudge
Regardless of whether you are a mother, have a mother or have a pet, I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day. Everyone has their own feelings and associations with today – for some it brings up sad memories, for some it is bittersweet, and for some it is full of heartbreak. May your heart be filled with God’s peace and love today, no matter how it is that you celebrate this day. God bless you and I’ll see you tomorrow.