5.10.2009

Mother's Day 2009


{These are photos of my lovely and beautiful Mother and myself. I never knew her, because she died from Cancer shortly after this third photo}.

Mother's Day for many is a glorious day when they think fondly of their Mother's and Grandmother's; where children anxiously await giving the gifts that they have made in school to their Mom's, and can't wait to see the joy on their Mom's face as they open up the package; where memories are exchanged of the sleepless nights and tiring days of tending to infants and small children; of pacing the floor when a child is sick, or is not home when they should be; of listening to every siren, and opening door, wondering if their teenager is OK; where horror stories are told of adventures that Mother's would rather not like to hear about, or are very glad they didn't know about until NOW! For some, it's a day of sadness where the loss of a child or Mother is remembered with heartache; where a Mother is remembered only in spite because they neglected or abused their child; where the potential for becoming a Mother is just out of reach because of one reason or another. Be mindful of all Mother's, for it is through them that kindness and patience become more perfected. It is because of them that generations of new babies are brought forth. It is a noble calling, and one that we should all be appreciative of.

"The best way to have Heaven in your home.............is to have someone from your home in Heaven."

However your Mother's Day is spent, try to be forgiving of faults, and celebrate it with LOVE!

2 comments:

Nettie said...

That was such a beautiful post Sue. You have me crying! It's hard for me to express in words the same words that flow so freely from your heart. You are a wonderful Mom and Grandma and I know that your Mother has everything to do with it even though physically she is not here. She'll forever be in your heart and with you in spirit no matter where you are. Happy Mother's Day Sioux! Love you!

Vickers said...

To never know your own mother is a tragedy, but all is not lost. You still have that chance. The real tragedy would be to pass that chance by. She is waiting for you.