Mother's
Day is almost here again, my favorite holiday.
Every
year the month of May means one thing to me – Mother's
Day. My daughter Jodi plans the day. We will share the day just
being together and having some fun. I believe women are the backbone
of society and the reason we seem to stick together is this. If
we want to be understood we find a friend that knows a day in
a women's life.
 “Why
I Love My Mom.”
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, “I'm tired,
and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed.” She
went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's
lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer
for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels,
filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table
and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes
into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She
picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone
book back into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket
and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed
for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted
out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from
hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for
the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed
her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution and age
fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed
her nails. Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I'm on my way,” she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside,
then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of
the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw
some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with
the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the
next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things
to her most important things to do list. She said her prayers,
and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. About that time,
Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, “I'm
going to bed.” And he did... without another thought. Anything
extraordinary here?
Wonder why women live longer?
This was sent to me via email from my daughter. Isn't it true
that women think all the time about what needs to be done on every
level and for everybody? We all (men and women) have five senses,
seeing, hearing, speaking, feeling, tasting, but the sixth sense
that knows how to make it all work is designed for the female
or whom I like to call the 'goddesses.' This intuitive
strength reminds me of the energizer bunny with unlimited battery
power.
I certainly acknowledge all the feminine beings on the planet
as 'sisters' and give them all their 'goddess'
status and dues, but there is a huge difference between women
and mothers.
So many lessons are 'in your face' daily as a mom and
with nowhere to go but straight into them. For instance, Selfishness
is a hard one; it's almost impossible to indulge in being
selfish. You just can't go there. As shown above, you trade
selfishness for selflessness. A very humbling place to be, and
most of the time it's quite rewarding.
Oh! And what about lessons of control? I've always said, half
kiddingly, that the only reason people have children is to help
us with our control issues. Good, Bad, or Indifferent, your children
are going to do what they want! Just like a horse, you can lead
them to water, but you can't make them drink it.
I believe mothers are the Earth Angels, for real! I'm not
just saying that, I think it is part of our contract. That we
take on an enormous role and the Karma (past and present) is transformed
as something tangible and paid back double like double coupon
day at the grocery store. Just like I think being a mother is
a contract of unconditional love for the children you agree to
bear, assuming you do it right.
Saying that, I will briefly address the mothers that didn't
understand the mission and did the mothering thing poorly this
time around. Having dealt with this in my own life I choose to
believe we are all doing the best we can and that everyone deserves
forgiveness. Not all mothers are born equal and we can only give
what we have. If you've had a challenging experience with
your mom, look at the relationship she had with her mother and
most of the time you'll find a pattern of where the dysfunctional
behavior started. This may help you understand more, but finding
an inner child therapist will help you separate from the pain
of the past.
 I
always like to remember and bless Katie, my angel, that
helped me when life seemed grim. She took me in and gave me hope.
Katie left the planet in 1999 at the young age of 89. God
bless all mothers, May 9th and every day.
Bye honeys,
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