Repost from May 8, 2016
Just browsing through all the tender and poignant pictures and tributes to mothers. Mothers really do make the world go around. At least until Father’s Day….But what an honor and a privilege to be given the opportunity to be a mother. It’s not a for sure thing you know? Proverbs 31 says “her children will rise up and call her blessed” and I see a lot of that going on today. There IS good in the world and this is as it should be.
Maybe not everyone is a mother but we all have a mother or had one… For better or worse. With all the broken mother/child relationships in this world let us never take it for granted if we have open lines of communication with our kids and a constant flow of love and cherished memories. If we are proud of them and they of us….then we of all women are most blessed.
I am among the blessed. I have loved my calling as a mother (just don’t tell my kids). It has brought joy, meaning and a purpose to my life that I never could have imagined. And it’s been so much fun, except, of course, when it wasn’t. IYKWIM. I got to play with Barbies again, and build Legos and practice beautiful hairstyles in my daughters lovely long hair. I got to hang at Toys R Us as an adult and see all the Disney movies without anyone questioning my maturity because I was doing it for the kids… Of course, for the kids. Even our hot pursuit stalking and collecting beanie babies… I was SO into it. Making memories has always been my constant purpose and we have collected almost as many precious memories as we have beanie babies. (Unfortunately they did not pay for Andrews university education which was the original plan).
I can entertain myself for hours watching reruns in my head of all our adventures, mishaps and treasured moments. The joy has been worth every heartache and breakdown. (That would be me breaking down not the kids).
So here I sit by the fire on this cool Mothers Day eve not feeling sad or disappointed but feeling rich and blessed to have been the centre of someone’s universe even if only for a few years. Now I need to take a little nap so I can pick my own mother up from the airport at midnight as she flies in from New Zealand. The celebrations continue.
