I remember my first Mother’s Day three years ago. I looked forward to the Sunday in May for several months — my first son was born in November and I wanted a day of rest on Mother’s Day. Nearly 6 months after his birth I had the most wonder of Mother’s Day which included a homemade breakfast in bed, an afternoon at the park where I pushed my son in a swing for the first time and I even snuck in a guilt-free nap. It was a wonderful spring day.
This year will be different, but not just because I am now the mother of two.
My mother-in-law is dying. She is a terminal patient, but has been hanging on for quite a while. She was able to meet her newest granddaughter several weeks ago, for which we are grateful. This weekend we are down for another visit for Mother’s Day. It may very well be her last one.
I also have a dear friend who has been dealing with her mother’s near deadly surgery. For more than a month her mother has been in a hospital fighting for her life. Her mother is only a few years older than my own Mother.
And, over the past several years I have had a few friends who have had their mother’s snatched away from them prematurely.
The fact that I can spend the day with my two children, my own mother is what makes this year very special. It’s about being thankful for the time we have and being reminded to treasure every day.
Happy Mother’s Day.