Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all of my readers who are Moms!

It's a day which will be a joyful one for many, a sad one for others.

Here are some flowers:

For those of us who still have children near, grand children close, to kiss and hug and spoil.

For those who have children who no longer want to be part of their life for some reason or another.

For those who have children fighting a useless, stupid war, did not want to see them go, but supported their decisions.

For the mothers who felt it their duty to be soldiers and leave their kids with grandparents.

For the mothers who's children will never come back from that war.

For the mothers who are now grand mothers and great grand mothers, and worry now in duplicate or triplicate.

For the mothers who take care of their fragile children, the ill, the disabled, the mentally challenged.

For the women who will be mothers in the next nine months

Being a mother is a job no one trains you for. They never tell you about the pitfalls, the incredible pain, the worries, the joys, the laughter, the pride.

No one teaches a mother how to cope with the fussy baby who is teething, who has colic, who just won't eat.

How to cope with taking a baby to the hospital for invasive tests, to cope with waiting for the results, wondering if the insurance company will pay for the tests, or heaven forbid, the treatment of a diagnosed illness.

There are no classes you can take to learn how to hold on to an angry child, who thinks he wasn't treated right, who doesn't consider calling you MOM, who won't answer your letters, thank you for the gifts on birthdays and holidays.
No courses in how to let go of a child and let her be her own person, even though you know she is turning the wrong corner.

For all those moms who lay awake until the early hours of the morning, trying to figure things out, wondering where their teenager is, who he's with, what he is doing.

And for all of us moms, who, somewhere along the line have experienced glimpses of extreme joy. In watching a child's first steps. Hearing their child's voice in their first choir recital. Watching her play a solo on her viola in High school orchestra. Watch them win a race, score a goal, hit a home run.

Experiencing the cycle continuing by watching your first grand child being born, and not being able to express that incredible feeling of watching that miracle.

And last but certainly not least, all those women who are not mothers in the physical sense of the word, but who nevertheless take care of others in their world, taking the mothering task seriously, spreading love and care.

I hope you will all experience something wonderful today!

SGMKJ!