1. My far away daughters have sent me flowers. In between those deliveries, Daughter #3 comes to sit and talk with me. (You can't imagine what a rare occurrence this is.) These loving gestures make me feel blessed beyond measure. I whisper my thanks to God throughout the day.
2. I had to sort through several boxes of books and papers to discard stuff that got wet in our basement earlier this week. I salvaged most of the children's drawings and laid them out to dry. I'm a hopeless sentimentalist. Notice the word "mental" in the middle part of that word.
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| Mother's Day 1995- The fish and octopus are fingerprints. |
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| 1996- This was the "Climbing Tree" in our backyard in New York. |
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| By Audrey around age 5. Steve and I laughed about the pile of horse poop. |
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| 1998- Budding Artist |
3. I think being a mother is about loving and giving of oneself to
others in a caring way. I mother my daughters, of course, but I also
mother my husband (which he doesn't particularly like) and my dog. I mother my
mother, I mother my sister, I mother my garden. I mother all the
children in my care each day and I may even be an overbearing mother to
my friends at times. I don't think you have to biologically give birth
to offspring to know or experience mothering.
Happy Mothers Day, Leonora! I can see why you are beloved to your family.
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Happy Mother's Day~
ReplyDeleteOh, I thought I loved the first two (especially the drawings), and now I adore that last one. How very true. Mother is a beautiful word and description of how we care for others. I hope your Mother's Day was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet, Leonora. I can see you had a lovely Mother's Day. Your daughter's are all so talented (you can see it, especially, in the budding artist's drawing--the symmetry!) and your good mothering is apparent in their art. Love, love this post. :)
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