Dear Friend.
This Sunday is Mother's Day and it will be a little different for my family.
I know that a lot of you have experienced the same feelings of those first holidays and celebrations with a missing family member. And now I know what you went through because that is what I am going through now.
I am the world's worst shopper. Looking for a greeting card drives me up the wall (especially the seasonal ones) and I never know what to give someone-gift cards are my gift of choice. But driving home yesterday, it dawned on me I hadn't got a Mother's Day card for mom yet-then I remembered.
Tomorrow (Saturday), Marla and I are driving to Vernon to celebrate a little Mother's Day with Judy and Dad. They have set the gravestone and we will go visit with Mom and place some flowers at her grave. I know she would appreciate that.
In the meantime, I am offering to you this wonderful piece about being a Mom because it brought so many memories and emotions back. Enjoy being a Mother. Treasure every minute of it and do not let a day go by without telling your children and your mother how much you love them.
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom ...
Happy Mother's Day to all of you.
Love, Jan
Love, Jan
3 comments:
Good Job! The picture is good too. I know Mom wasn't perfect but she did a great job of raising us! Dad said he would always remember that no matter what their situation was Mom was always there and ready to do her part. He also remembers the letters she wrote to him when he was overseas. If he was depressed her letters always brought him out of it. He regrets having left the letters behind. I guess my memories are of her teaching us how to embroider, knit, crochet and sew. We watched her cook until we were old enough to start making things ourselves. Then she would patiently teach us how to cook and bake. I do remember that when we were capable of doing it by ourselves she let us fly. When I was a sophomore she said I knew how to sew and that now I had to do my own sewing.
Do you remember when she did the fabric painting?
I think we got a lot of things from mom that we will just keep remembering. Fabric painting, shoe dying, cooking, sewing, the sense that we could do whatever we were willing to try... she was willing to try a lot of things.
beautiful poem. :)
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