I’m well aware that today was not Mother’s Day, just as I was aware that Friday was not Cinco de Mayo. I’ve found it best to express myself when and where the spirit leads. I never know who might be waiting for a message that’s given to me or a memory that I feel led to share. Our lives are short and we can’t always wait for the politically correct days to do what we need to do.
I woke up this morning feeling grateful for the lessons taught to me by my mother. I didn’t always follow her rules or live up to her expectations, but she was always there to give me advice for the next mile of my journey. I found myself thinking this morning that we don’t always raise the “child of our dreams”; we raise the child God chooses for us. I’m not sure I was exactly the girl that Mom thought I would be or the one that she was prepared to support and encourage. But she did the best she could, even when I was temperamental and rebellious and stupid. I am reminded of my students who repeat that old adage “take what you get and don’t throw a fit”. To her credit, she never gave up on me.
It hardly seems fair to set aside just one day a year to honor our mothers, so I might just write about mine every day this week. I’ll still not have enough time to sing her praises.