This morning I was treated to a lovely breakfast with two thirds of my sons, half of my grandsons and and one of my two daughters (in law but that’s just a technicality). I was showered with cards and really nice gifts that are thoughtful and useful. The one from the little boys is pictured here;
I am missing the one third of the sons, the other half of the grandsons and the other daughter (in law but that’s just a technicality).
And of course I am missing my own Mother.
I then began to think, after all this blog is called “my random thoughts”. Days like today evoke all sorts of emotions and memories and even though I miss my Mother I had the joy of loving her and having her with me for fifty-four years. Yes, I desperately want to squish that new baby face of my 2 month old grandson and play with his older brother in the meadow and hug my son and daughter but I look forward to all of that the next time I am with them. In the interim I know that I shall see them this evening via SKYPE. Thank you technology!
This is not the case for too many Mom’s. Today there are 21 Mommies in Sandy Hook that will not feel their babies’ arms around them nor will they smile through the tears as they read the handmade Mother’s Day Cards full of love tissue paper and smelling of library paste. There are children who no longer have a Mom to whom they can make and deliver a breakfast in bed of lumpy pancakes and truly dreadful coffee. There are Moms who shall see their daughters’ eyes shine back at them only in a picture on the mantle.
Closer to home, Mickel Sylvain’s Mom is struggling with fresh grief at the loss of her son just last Thursday in a cruel random vehicular crash. She will be choosing hymns and pall bearers on this Mother’s Day.
On Friday, the day he would have turned 13 years old, Matteo Mancini’s birthday was recognized at his funeral. This brave young man fought for life and lived it with a grace and dignity well beyond his years and while his Mom is proud and full of love she too will never forget this Mother’s Day.
As I write, the Mother of Tim Bosma waits for news of her son. Tim’s wife Sharlene is spending today holding on to their little girl and waiting.
Today we Moms celebrate how lucky we are to be Daughters and Mothers. We are fortunate and we are grateful.
As we eat half baked cookies and try to arrange broken stemmed flowers in a leaky vase made with loving little hands, maybe take a moment to send some kind thoughts to those Moms mentioned here and to others whose Mother’s Day is one of challenge or sadness or grief. Just for a moment, and then relish in the joy of your loved ones as will this Mother and Nana.