Having been a mother for over 50 years now, I have enjoyed many great Mother’s Day
celebrations. Yet. one comes to mind that is different from the rest. . .
Sometimes, we are able to help someone put the pieces of their life together.
We may be the bit of glue that holds it together.
One May in the mid eighties, all of my kids had to work on Mother’s Day. At
that time, I was Youth Director of my church and had offered to take teen twin boys out to
a forest preserve for a picnic. (They lived with their grandma since neither their mom or
dad were involved in their life.) The boys were ready and eager to leave right after church.
So we grabbed the cooler I had packed with sandwiches, snacks and cold pop. It
was a nice day, and for hours we three played Chicago softball, munched and talked.
On the way home I asked them if they had a card for their grandmother.
”Well, no. She is not our mother!” they both replied. After we talked about
the role their grandma played in their lives in light of Mothers Day, we decided to stop to buy a card for her.
At first they were surprised but when they realized how significant their grandmas role was, they were excited to sign their names.
(As it turned out they were even more pleased with how excited she felt)
When I was back home, my house was empty and I enjoyed a long, leisurely bubble bath. Weary from the hours playing ball in the hot sun, relaxing alone was a delightful sensation. I felt really satisfied.
I knew that this day would always be considered one of my favorite Mother’s Days – and I still do!