I woke up this morning and it was Mother’s Day. I know, because the Husband wished me Happy Mother’s Day almost before my eyes were open. Sweet! And then I realized, maybe for the first time in many years, just how quiet and empty the house was at the moment. Where were my two little girls who kept our house so lively with their play, their laughter and giggles, eventually their teen-age music?
Where was the adopted son that kept us up at night with worry, or brought a smile to our face when we could see him succeed at one of life’s big or even small challenges?
Where was my Mother’s day breakfast in bed???
This morning I was unusually missing this one! Two little girls with their cheery little proud-as-can-be faces as they brought in a tray with a bowl of lovely cheerios swimming in milk, a buttered toast and a glass of water - replacing the cup of hot tea they wished they were old enough to make on their own. Some years there would be a flower in a vase or glass, usually a wild flower or clover picked from the yard.
These and so many more like them are the memories that sustain a mother when the children are grown and gone. These are the blessings that keep returning to bring a smile on a mother's face, to keep her going until we can meet again and fall into each other’s happy embrace!
Ohhh, the days could go by so slowly, but the years pass by much too quickly! How we must cherrish every moment!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE MOTHERS!
- in any way, shape or form of Motherhood - and there are many!
~ Gwen of IRISH ACRES
