One of the thoughts that popped into my heard was the family. My kids. You see, I had a completely different picture of what "retirement" years looked like.
For a good many years, raising children, doing what mothers do for the betterment of the young lives who depend on her, I guess I thought every day would be "Mother's Day" when the "raising" part was done, and they grew up into awesome adults.
Mother's Day is the day in the year set aside for children to acknowledge everything that mother means them. It's one day to make "Mom" feel as if she is the World's Best Mom.
It's the day sons and daughters give their time to show their love to the one who brought you into this world --especially if your mom struggled, sacrificed and compromised to make sure you had the best childhood memories.
For me, I had a wonderful childhood because of my dad. Those growing up years, my own mother wasn't the best mom, but at least she taught me what not to do. None the less, later in life, I made sure she knew her grandchildren.
After my honey and I moved, I always sent my mother gifts on holidays, her birthday and mother's day. I often sent a dozen red roses on mother's day. We had a "phone" plan. She'd call me every month on the "day" of my birthday, and I called her on the "day" of her birthday,
My honey and I are not rich by any standard, but we traveled 3,000 miles back to California where she lived to visit her. She visited us, too. We hosted an amazing 75th birthday party with live mariachis singing to her and the guests. There was an awesome spread of Mexican food, much homemade. I decorated every room of our home to feel festive and honor her.
I was determined to be the best daughter I could be. My dad taught me that how I treat others, In this case, my mother, is about me, not her -- and not about how --in my judgement -- she treated me. Now, is not the time to talk about how she failed me in so many ways.
When my children were growing up, I never turned my back on them. Not for a second. But I'm not sure they know that. They don't behave as if they do. But that's okay. I know I am a good daughter, good mother and good person.
Everyone knows that "celebration" refers to the time, effort and sacrifices most mothers make to raise their children to be good stewards of God and country… because it's generally mom who teaches the lessons of life.
It's those lessons that influence how the children affect society in the future... when they grow up. That's huge.
Mom's role is huge.
My dad even built me a two-room playhouse with big windows, a cradle for my dolls and a dutch door with a flower box. It was awesome! Yes, even as a girl, being a mom was all I thought about, and after these many years, I can say with a happy heart that being a mother to three children are a dream come true.
For grown up children, it's a day set aside in their busy lives — just for mom. This is especially important for an adult child, because the reality is that a mom ages, she likely has health issues, and generally passes on long before her child is ready to say goodbye.
Mother's Day is actually a recognized national holiday in America celebrated on the second Sunday of May
President Woodrow Wilson signed the Resolution creating a dedicated Mother's Day on May 8, 1914. Since then people all over America have been celebrating Mothers Day with joy and devotion.
Even with my grief, I never let my mother know how she hurt me. Until the day she died, I believe I made her feel like every day was mother's day. ///