Tomorrow is Mother’s Day! Woot woot! Now, I am a tad disappointed that we won’t be following our usual tradition of heading to Walt Disney World for the day. But since that’s only because we’re going on Tuesday, instead, I’ll get over it, lol, plus I am actually getting some products from ORO GOLD School and the best acne spot treatment this year, so I’m actually exited. 😉
I was thinking of course about Mother’s Day and how sometimes moms tend to experience a lot of disappointment over it. Let me just warn you in advance: your husband may forget. Your teenagers will surely forget. Your little ones will *not* forget, though, and they will probably make you a priceless crayoned work of art which you’ll keep forever. I’d like to posit that a change of perspective is in order for most of us. It’s one I made several years ago, and which prompted the following blog post:
I read Amy’s blog at www.homeschoolblogger.com/DandelionSeeds the other day and was so touched by something she was talking about. She said that she sometimes felt badly about the lack of attention paid to her on Mother’s Day. That was funny, because I know it’s probably true of so many of us–including yours truly. Somehow, when you pour your life into your kids, you expect a bit of recognition. Okay, maybe you expect a lot of recognition. Anyway, she said that the Lord was really pointing out to her that she ought to be rejoicing in *the gift of motherhood itself.* That rang so true to me that I know it was a life-changer, you know? As I thought about my tendency to want my sacrifices to be noticed and rewarded (forget that whole “don’t let your right hand know what your left is doing” thing!) I realized how . . .just plain dumb it is!
Amy had on her blog a list of moms who’ve lost children and husbands, as well as children and husbands who’ve lost moms recently. And most of these were homeschooling families who were obviously incredibly close-knit. Now, there are some stories that’ll straighten out your attitude in a hurry. I cannot even come close to imagining the extreme pain that could come from such an occurrence. Yesterday I tried to really be mindful of the fact that my children are God’s gift to me. How could I not feel blessed? I pray it’s a feeling that I will be forever more aware of as I remember these families who have been divided this side of heaven. Each day is a gift, and I want to use every moment wisely. Which means I will now get *off* the computer to spend my quiet time with Jesus, before my blessings wake up for breakfast! God bless you this day. Wait–He already has.
Right? Seeing Mother’s Day as a holiday commemorating the day God gave us a most wonderful gift–that of being a mother–makes it much better, for me, anyway! And here’s another note that I’m mindful of today, as I contemplate being an older mom who is decidedly real . . .
The Velveteen Rabbit has been a favorite of mine since I was a child. Yesterday I read it to Victoria before her rest time, and I was struck by this section, which seemed applicable to myself, and caused me to smile . . .
“‘Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.'”
Have a wonderful, blessed Mother’s Day!!!