Happy Mother's Day

No matter how long I've been a mother,
I still can't grasp that Mother's Day
is a day that is now meant for me too.

Not as long as this lovely lady is around.



To me, Mother's Day will always be the day I celebrate
my very own wonderful mother.
It just isn't about me...it will always belong to her.

JR and I are very fortunate to live so near
and have her play such a huge role in our lives.

My children bask in the glow of their Nana whenever she sees them
(which is practically every day).

The second they see her car pull into the driveway,
they scamper to the front practically clawing at one another
to be the first one she sees when she opens the door.
Sometimes they hide in plain sight and she pretends to look
for them and ask me if I've seen them

for several minutes as they giggle thinking she can't find them.

They soak up her attention, hugs and kisses like little sponges
and search her purse for the goodies that she inevitably brings them.

I love hearing her speak to them from the other room.

She says things that I had almost forgotten she used to say

exactly the same way to me decades ago...

"Hello my little sugar plum!"

When Sweetie comes excitedly running over to kiss me goodbye

as she's off for an adventure with Nana;

I see she is sporting two perfect pigtails in her hair,

with matching bows just as my mother used to do with me so long ago.

As I watch them walk away hand in hand together

I recall with crystal ball clarity the beautiful

childhood memories she made for me.

WonderBoy loves to tattle on me to Nana.
He'll tell her that I may not have made the bed (like she does)
or I didn't put something in its place (like she does)
or that he isn't happy with my choice of dinner for the evening
(since I don't cater to his every whim, like she does).

I can't help but laugh inside as he turns into more

of a little brother to me when the Big Gun arrives.
As he recounts what he percieves to be my (ahem) transgressions...
he wears a sly little smirk on his face that he would never use on me
never, that is, unless my mother is around.
It clearly says that he's not the least bit worried about any consequences
his words may carry since Nana always sides with her only grandson and,
in his words...Nana "trumps" me since she is the Mother of the Mother.

He's got a point, there.
No matter how old I get...she's always my mother and, well, I'm just fine with that!

Mom, thank you for giving me life, for raising me with so much love and attention to detail, for always being there for me, for giving me such a wonderful foundation to build my own family upon and for being such a very special complement to all of our lives.

You are a treasure.

Happy Mother's Day

This day will always be yours!

Special update on this post:

When my mom read it she sent me this reply

Darling Daughter . . . Thank you for the wonderful tribute!
It was worth living 73 years just to hear it! Now I can die peacefully!
P.S. The only reason I make pigtails in my little Sweetie’s hair
is because I never mastered how to braid! Wait! Hold off on that dying bit!
Maybe I could live just a little longer and learn how to braid!
Love, Mother