Mother's Day is always a little bittersweet for me. The Bitter...I am a motherless daughter & have been since I was 16. I got married without a glowing mother standing by my side. I had my only daughter without a mother's guidance, love & support. Alone, her father & I tried to figure out what 'to do' with a newborn. And when I got to experience the joy of watching my own grandson being born, I longed for a mother's touch to share in that joy. In each decade of my life there has been a new thing to miss about not having a mother. I am also not alone. .jpg)
The Sweet...The joy of my life has been in being a mother. The beautiful gift of having my own child, of understanding the true & pure feeling of unconditional love, of being able to mother her in the way I wished I had been mothered & to have come full circle through that joy to the unimaginable love I feel towards my grandchild has healed my soul..jpg)
In Celebration...I still celebrate with an open heart the beauty & tribute of Mother's Day. I celebrate all the women in my life, family & friends, who have taken my hand & helped guide me to become the mother I am. I celebrate my sisters as we have mothered each other through our life's journey & who without their love & kindred souls I would have felt alone. I celebrate the memory of a mother lost & the knowledge of a mother found in simple nuances that are me. I celebrate the mother that my daughter is with her sweet & gentle touch & tender, encouraging words to my beautiful grandson.
And, I celebrate a father who has been both parents to me, my confident, my protector, my advocate & my friend. Life is truly sweet my friends, for in every twist & turn of it, I have been so blessed! Whether I've gone to the deepest of valleys or been tossed, wind blown from the highest of hills, in all places, I have found love & felt loved. Thank you God, thank you universe, thank you my angel...as if saying a prayer, I whisper thank you.
