Mother's Day thoughts

Happy Mother's Day!

For all you mothers, future mothers and people with mothers, I hope you are having or have had a lovely day. I hope you remembered all the mothers in your life.

My thoughts on Motherhood...

Mothers are people, pure and simple
Usually not too pure and never simple.

Mothers have to be able to do at least 4 things at once,
and that's in the easier moments.

Mothers are artisans, chefs, emergency technicians, cleaning crew,
psychologists, event planners and many other things people are paid big bucks to do.

We love our children unconditionally and without fail.
We kiss their boo-boos and bolster them when they feel like failures.

We never stop worrying about them, even when they grow up.
We always have their well-being top-most in our hearts.

That's not to say that we don't sometimes dislike our children
or wish they wouldn't talk so much.

Or wish they would sleep a little later on Saturday mornings
or call more often or use deoderant a little more liberally.

Or use their heads more, or crack the books more or stay out of trees
or keep their rooms cleaner.

However, even for all the times we wish our kids________(you fill in the blank)
there is not enough time, words or space in the universe to explain the love we feel for our children.

They are the air we breathe, the space we occupy, the thoughts in our heads
the very beating of our hearts.

Motherhood may not pay too much monetarily but no one can put a price on the hugs,
kisses, or just pure joy we get from watching our children grow into lovely humans.


OK, well, that's my thoughts on Motherhood today for all you mothers. I know it's simplistic and probaby has been stated many times before but, it fell out of my heart when I sat down to update. So enjoy.

Happy Mother's Day to the Mothers who shaped and gave me life. Mumsey, Auntie B! And to all the other people I know who are mothers, may your day be blessed with hugs, kisses and phone calls. And, if you feel unappreciated by your own children, from one mother to another, I appreciate all you do.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to Anne Schindehette, the mother of my first husband. May your day be blessed!