Mothers Day

There is a day set aside for all mothers/be they good or bad/for each one gave birth to their child/some glad, others sad.
the nurturing mother gave her child/love to grow on/others struggled trying to rear/ their child/without much help to go on.
but all in all/hearts recall the love they felt that day/they held the child in their arms/and kissed their fears away.
time has flown the children gone/Mothers Day is here/each child looks within/ and remembers mom is dear.



The month of May brings about thoughts of May being the Month of Our Holy Mother, when we used to attend a wonderful service in which the statue of the Blessed Virgin was crowned. A highlight for all of us and I can hear the start of the music as we sang . . .'tis the month of our mother, the Blessed and Beautiful . . .but then the words are gone, it has been a very long time since I celebrated the May tradition. I have written about how we children set up our own altar and crowned the statue of the Blessed Virgin knowing we would never be chosen at school. We took turns and our wild flowers were beautiful as we went out into the field and picked buttercups and daisies.



I am sure we all have stories to tell about mothers. There are a lot of folks out there without a mother who was called before her time, but that is no reason to forget to honor her, the candles are right there in the foyer of your church so stop by and light one. There are some with mothers alive and a thorn in the side, time to grow up and think about the sacrifices they made just for you . . . some you didn't even know about . . . some you need to forgive as a mother's job is never an easy one. No one sent blue prints along on how to raise the 'perfect' child. Maybe you cannot afford the beautiful flowers, like the surprise bouquet I received yesterday, but a hug, a word, a smile will lighten her world. Today is a good day to start patience, humility and most of all love for the cantankerous as well as the sweet.



So today, Mothers Day, take time out, give up a few of your precious seconds and spend them with the only mother you know. I'm thinking of all those mothers who have opened their hearts and doors to children who have no one. It takes a special woman to be Mother! How did that old poem go: M is for the million things she gave me; O means only that she's growing old; T is for the tears she shed to save me; H is for her heart of purest gold; E is for her eyes of love light shining; R means right she'll always be. Put them all together they spell MOTHER, one who means the world to me." I am not positive of all those words....haven't sang that song in a very long time. Try it, maybe you will remember the tune and the words. If you are a mother, God Bless you, it is the best job in the whole world. Hugs to all.