My children and their families are at a distance. I don't spend Mother's Day with them. Like most of my holidays, I spend them with self. Now don't go getting all teary eyed. I have what few will ever have. I have had a loving family, loving children, and grandchildren. And a strong and healthy sense of myself.
I do not expect anything from them. I just want to love them. Mother's Day, after all, is a marketing day. And you know how I feel about marketing. Blech!
It is a day of gratitude as I told my friend. I don't require flowers, notes, cards, gifts. Knowing that they are happy in their lives is what my Mother's Day is all about. I am in their lives by design, choice, luck, miracles.
This year, my daughter will enjoy Mother's Day. Her first. A death in the family meant that her husband had to go out of the country for a funeral. I hope he makes it home in time to spend Mother's Day with her. Either way, she has a gift. She is nearly four months old and we couldn't be happier.
Thursday, a card from my daughter arrived in the mail. I was too excited to open it so I sat in my car in the garage while I pulled the envelope apart.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom.
I finally understand what it means to be a mom and am so grateful to have your unconditional love as an inspiration.
Thank you in particular for your support in helping me to become a mom.
Love ~
her name
P.S. This stationary was bought for me by Grandma Eleanor way back when."
Almost immediately, I burst into tears. There were three generations of women in this note. My mom who bought the stationary gifting it to my daughter. My daughter who wanted to pay it forward in her appreciation of me, her mom and my granddaughter who brought us all together again.
Thank you HG. You are the gift that keeps giving.
Happy Mother's Day to all who mother ~ many of whom are not biological ones but mothers none the same. To the mother in all of us!
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