Thoughts for Mothers

I remember all those Mother's Days when I would get up early and put cards out and pick some flowers from the yard for my mother. The cards were the ones that I had made, with stiff paper and colored with crayons. Later on, I bought cards, but they never seemed to have the same significance for me as those early ones that I made. The flowers could be anything from what was growing, usually tulips, daffodils, and irises, to some wild flowers. My mother would always act surprised and happy. She kept all those cards, and I found them among her personal affects after her death.

Because Mother's Day was always on a Sunday, we would go to church. Mother always wore a red rose signifying that her mother was still living. I don't know if this is still a tradition in the South or not anymore, but it seemed a little sad to me since there were others, such as my grandmother, who had pale roses indicating that their mother had died.  I can remember hoping that my mother would never die.

So today I'm wishing for all the mothers that there is some happiness in knowing that you are loved. Inside the core of every child, there is a bond with the one who gave us life, no matter what the actions or words of the child may be. I hope that you enjoyed your day, did something good for yourself, and realized that you are a very special person.