I’m just going to say a few words in honor of Mother’s Day and then you can watch my all time favorite Mothers’s Day video. I suppose if  you just want to skip to the end and watch it without reading anything, I have to say, you could (which would totally hurt my feelings). I guess you can watch it first and THEN come read my rambling, deal?

slight disclaimer

Most of the words are this page are recycled from my last few years of Mother’s Day posts. I’m injured and on meds, so forgive my lazy ways. There is a chance the pieces I chose might not make sense together . . . I know you’ll get what I’m copying pasting at ya though. 

Happy Mother’s Day to EVERYONE! That’s right. EVERY, single blessed one of you! No matter who you are, a mother has touched your life.

You may be one, we all know you’ve had one, someone gave birth to you! If she wasn’t the one there to teach you how to live that life, there must have been someone there to step in fill that role.

A mother is often considered the one who gave another life, but there’s so much more to it than that. A mother is the one who wiped your tears, read you stories, covered you when you were cold. A mother could be a kind stranger, an aunt, doting grandmother, a family member . . . Anyone with a heart brave enough and strong enough to step into that role is worthy of being a called mother.

Hence ~ Mother’s Day ~ The day of the year we take special time out to say thank you to the person who brought us into this world. The woman who nurtured us from a tiny little egg into a living, breathing, screaming, pooping, helpless, demanding creature which required nourishment and protection and teaching from the moment it breathed its first breath, the woman who will continue to do so until the moment she breathes her last.

I know not all mothers were created equally. Some deserve saint status, some maybe didn’t quite reach those lofty heights of motherhood, and some, well . . . some were really sucky. Some of the ones we honor aren’t the ones that gave us life, but the ones who taught us how to live it. Some where there from the beginning, some came into our lives later. Some share our blood, others share a bond forged with love instead of strands of DNA. Some are still with us, a phone call or a drive away, others live on in our hearts and our memories.

Some of us celebrate this day, some of us are celebrated on this day, (and some of us are celebrating as well as being celebrated.) Soon-to-be-moms, new moms, veteran moms, moms with toddlers, house-apes, preteens, teens and * ahem * adult children. Moms who hold their children, moms who never had the chance, moms who no longer can – All mothers, regardless of how long they’ve stood watch over their children, regardless of where their children are – If there was life within them for even a moment, they are mothers and they deserve to be revered and honored and cherished.

My mother was and still is an amazing mother and I love and honor and cherish and respect and admire and adore her to that proverbial moon and back again more times than there are stars in the sky above. 

I kind of like Mother’s Day, I like the love behind the intention of Mother’s day at least – Mother’s May hasn’t always gone as I’d imagined it would when I had children though. Nope, not quite like I’d imagined. As a matter of fact, years ago I kind of nixed Mother’s day from our family agenda. I mean, not literally, I just decided that I’d rather have my kids wish me a Happy Mother’s Day and then let me go off and have a Happy Mother’s Day. At the bookstore. Without them. This tradition began after my kids were no longer young children, mind you. It wasn’t a decision made lightly either, easily, but not lightly.

See, the kiddos and the hubs always seemed to try so hard to make it a special day for me, they usually ended up stressed out and one or more of us would end the day in a jumble of frazzled nerves and sometimes tears. With four kids, two with special needs, we needed to keep things low-key, so by the time the youngest was old enough to spend a few hours home with the older ones, I found a way for them to give me the special day they longed for me to have. I left the house.

I do miss those hand-made cards with my children’s tiny hand-prints traced on them and the sweet little crayon colored pictures with a smiling sunshine and a rainbow above the heads of our 11 fingered stick figure family standing next to flowers that came to our waistlines, and the wobbly little letters that spelled out ‘I love you mommy’. I wouldn’t mind a few more of those . . .

Happy Mother’s Day to all you amazing women out there who have been blessed with the title of ‘MOM”.

Now watch this and share it with other moms – all the moms!

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