Happy Mother's Day....

Another Mother’s day has rolled around. This is a time for me to reflect on not only My Mother and me but also all of My Grand Children’s Mothers.

I loved my Mother. She was good to me. I wish I had been more compassionate with her because she definitely deserved it. I remember when I was a teenager; we might be sitting and watching TV. I would ask Mom to get me a drink of water. She would get up with her tired old crippled foot and go to the kitchen and get me a drink. I remember her doing without so I could have something. She really did her best by all of us. As much as we all loved our Daddy, I am sure he was not easy to live with.

If Mama had favorites I would say I was one of them.

I remember while my kids were young it seems like I just wished their live away. I could not wait for them to roll over, talk, walk, dress themselves, and tie their own shoes. It was not until my oldest one started driving that I thought the easiest day of my life was the day they were born. Every day after that got a little harder because I had to give up more and more control. It was the easiest to protect them when they were right in my arms.

When they got older and moved out, got married, had kids of their own, made mistakes, had regrets. It did not get any easier. I was so excited when my first Grand Girl was born. She has always been so special. I helped all I could to give her a good start in life. Then when Kris was pregnant again so soon I thought how she will ever be able to handle two kids. But after Michael was born I decided my job was just to love them all and not worry so much about my Grand Children’s parents. I just needed to love them all I could and enjoy every minute of their lives. I needed to savor every minute of wonder when they discovered something new and wanted to show me what they had learned.

I hope each of My Grand Kids Mother’s is a better Mom than I ever was. I know they are smarter and try just as hard as I did to be a good Mom. I hope they savor every little ordinary thing their kids do because it will be gone in a blink of an eye.

They say your Grand Children are the Blessings from raising your own kids. I do think this is true because I truly appreciate all of the little ordinary things they do. I have more patience and realize they all are a true gift from God.

But sometimes I wish I could go back and hear, just once more; Billy come running into the house from the back yard all excited yelling, “Come look Mom. I found a lizard on the wall.” Today I would really grab his little hand and go outside to look.