If you are reading this blog, it means someone gave birth to you. That would be your mother. Much has been written about mothers. Far greater writers and poets than I have written creative and heartwarming stories and poems about mothers. For me to write something in comparison is a task way beyond me. I have read many amazing articles, poems and tributes to mothers. I especially like the ones that talk about how God made mothers so special.
That He gave a mom eyes in back of her head so she can see their sneaky kids misbehaving behind her back.
He gave her supersonic ears so she can hear her kids swearing three rooms way or on the playground at school.
He gave her a unique nose. It is a nose that can smell alcohol through a double pack of Altoids, yet one that can stand the smell of poop and puke.
He gave her a mouth that at times knows exactly the right thing to say at exactly the right time.
He gave her lips that can kiss away the pain of the tiniest scratch to the biggest heartbreak.
Most importantly he gave her a heart with unlimited space to love. Not only does she love her own children, but all the other people her children bring into her life; the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I have mentioned before in my blog that my mom isn’t perfect. But she is the exact right mom for me and I thank God everyday for making her so special.
One of my favorite songs in “The Rose” by Bette Midler
I would like to dedicate the second verse to this amazing song to my amazing mom, Marie Renner
“I say love, it is a flower,
And moms its only seed”
“It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.”
Mom, how many times have I broken your heart by something I said, something I did or something I didn’t do? Yet every time someone or something broke my heart you would never miss an opportunity to point out that there are still many good things in life that would cause one to dance with joy.
“It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance.”
Mom, what dreams did you give up when you became my mother? You never told me because you were too busy praying that all my dreams would come true and that I would always be brave enough to take a chance on those dreams.
“It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,”
Mom, how often do I take advantage of you by asking you to do things for me even if I am capable of doing them myself? In asking I have the advantage because as my mother I know you will not say no. I ask and you give. Even if I did stop asking you would still give. You will give me your time, your attention, your care and your love forever.
“And the soul afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live.”
Mom, have you ever missed one day of praying to God to watch over my soul and over my life?
If I haven’t told you already I want to tell you now. All the most important lessons to live my life by, I learned from you.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
I also want to wish all my girlfriends, aunts, and female cousins a very special Mother’s Day. I know you deserve a great day because I have seen each and every one of you being the best mother your possibly can be to your children at all times.
Special Mother’s Day wishes to my sister-in-laws- and my sisters. How can I explain all the wonderful nieces and nephews I have other than by the fact that they have wonderful mothers. I am including my sister-in-law, Michele, and my sister, Jodi, who do not have their own children. But they both have on numerous occasions opened up their hearts, their homes and their wallets to nieces and nephews at that critical pint in their lives when “non-parent” advice, help and wisdom was much needed. Michele has Junebug and let me just say, “That is one lucky dog!”
Jodi has Joseph and Nikita. If there is such a thing as reincarnation I want to come back as one of Jodi’s cats.
I wish all my blog readers that are mothers a Very Special Happy Mother’s Day.
[I may not know all of you, but I know you are very special to me because you read my blog!]