I was thinking of writing a profound blog post today but I think I’ll leave it at this.
My mom was my first best friend. I don’t care much for holidays where guilt induced giving of cards and flowers might occur— and I believe every day is Mother’s Day for me –and true love is when someone goes to the grocery store for me! But since today is my first Mother’s Day without my children here with me and with my mom in heaven, I will just say it’s a little different than usual and bittersweet.
My daughter has been away at Mother’s Day more times than not – travels to Italy, school calendars and adventures that bring her joy are far more important to me than having her here on a specific day. Every Day is Mother’s Day when Nicki is my joyful daughter.
When my son was diagnosed with bipolar disorder many years ago, we focused on getting him home and well by Mother’s Day – and he made it. Several times it’s been so. This year the focus is just on getting him adjusted and doesn’t matter it’s Mother’s Day- I will celebrate any day he is stable and will wait for him to come home to make me laugh like no other. Every day is Mother’s Day when Mark is my brilliant, hilarious, and nutty son.
As for my own mother, my husband and I will go to the cemetery and place flowers on my moms grave today. We will go on a scenic drive through the Skagit Valley and go out to lunch .. that is what my mom and I would have done.
Every day is Mother’s Day for me. I never knew true love until I looked into the newborn eyes of my babies. It is profoundly beautiful and humbling to know that God delights in me more than I delight in my children.
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