My own mother transitioned when I was 23 years old (I'm now 62), so I've been through decades of Mother's Days wherein it seems like everyone except me has a mother. So I am sensitive to the fact that Mother's Day (like Christmas) is not necessarily a great day for all.
I consider the pain:
- of those desperately wanting to be a mother, but so far that hasn't happened
- of those who recently (or not so recently) lost a mother dear to them
- of those mothers who have lost children
- of those who did not or do not have a pleasing relationship with their mother or children
- of those whose own family doesn't appreciate the gift that a mother is
- of those who choose not to be a mother, and are nagged about it
- of those watching and caring for a mother suffering and declining with age
- of the fathers who also serve as mothers and are not recognized as such
The best thing I have ever been called is "Mom." I have an awesome mother-in-law and my son's love, Aliza, is an outstanding mother to 5-year-old Paisley. I know the trials, tribulations, risks and rewards of motherhood. I have wonderful relationships with both my sons, for which I am extraordinarily grateful. While loosing my mother at such a young age is not something I would wish on anyone, I see in hindsight, that event dramatically changed my life, and helped to make me who I am today, and I am happy with me.
So, like Mother Mary, on Mother's Day, I shall "treasure all these things and ponder them in my heart."
Love to all from this mother on Mother's Day,
Leta
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