It’s almost Mother’s day.
Always a Sunday and always busy with brunches, flowers, cards and other things.
I told my husband years ago, do not do anything fancy or public for me.
I don’t really care for the Hallmark idea of mother’s day.
Anyone who has ever been through the process of delivering a baby, knows what mother’s day is about.
It is hard work, it is every day, it is thankless giving and working.
I did not have the rosy warm fuzzy experience with my mother.
It is OK it is what it was and that is fine.
When our children came, I tried to be a fair mom and a warm mom.
YES, I made mistakes.
I was young.
I was not in therapy yet and I had a lot to overcome because of how I was brought up.
We tend to repeat what we learn, and I learned a lot of disfunction.
(yes, that is a buzz word, and it really means not functioning well)
I was 20 when our son arrived. Young, without experience. Then our daughter arrived when I was 23.
Our children grew up and balanced with me and my issues and our parenting styles they did good.
Both of them became adults who also became parents.
Our son has three boys, and our daughter has three girls.
I learned to be a mom of an adult, and I learned to pray accordingly.
They didn’t need me like they did when they were young.
That is the design of God for parents to raise them and then let them go.
Think of Mary, as she watched her son grow and move away from her.
He still cared emotionally and that showed up when he was on the cross and told John to take care of her.
Still loving. Still caring.
I watch my own daughter become a mother of three daughters and now I see one of them become mommy to a little girl.
Generational disfunction is done. Healed. A new era of love and caring is taking place.
It’s almost mother’s day and I will treasure the moments with new generations.
