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For Betsy, who said she would be sad when the thread changed and the top pic was gone~Angelica
What is a mother? A mother is someone who loves and cares for us and helps us in so many ways. On this special day, I hope you won’t mind if I talk just a little bit about my own mother. Some of the things my mom did were typical, the things that all mothers do, like making sure I was fed, rocking me to sleep as a baby, singing to me and comforting me when I was sick. Some were not so typical.
My mom loved to sew and made all of my clothes until the time I started school. I wouldn’t wear anything but dresses (I hated shorts and pants.) I still remember all those little dresses she made, always made with lots of lace and ruffles. I still have some of them. She would also sew costumes for me when I told her that I had decided to dance or sing in my elementary school talent contest year after year. I was terrible about giving her much warning. But even if I only told her the day before, she would stay up all night to sew something special for me to wear. She was always there for me. Caring. Loving. Always wanting her child to be happy. (Love you, Mom. ♥)
Once I started wearing pants, I also started climbing trees (haha, straight from prissy little girl to tomboy in one fell swoop.) so she went from stitching clothes to patching up skinned knees. It must have been a chore for her to keep up with the changes in her little girl over the years, but somehow she never got left behind.
Mothering is caring, keeping an eye on our children, worrying about their health and their future, worrying about their needs. There are many different kinds of mothers. Some of us gave birth, some adopted, some are raising grandchildren or nieces or nephews. But those who raise children that they didn’t give birth to are no less of a mother than those that do.
And every once in a while, there is the child of our heart. We didn’t give birth, weren’t there to comfort them when they were sick or patch up that skinned knee, but we love and care about them anyway. David falls into this category for me.
Like many of you, David has become a child of my heart. He doesn’t know me, but that hasn’t stopped me from taking him into my heart. I keep watch to see what’s happening in his life. When I hear of his problems, my heart aches for him because I know there’s nothing I can do to help. I worry about him, miss him when he’s gone, say a prayer for him when needed, and always want the best for him. Like my own child, he makes me smile, and laugh, and hope for good things in his future.
So David, from someone who feels almost like another mother to you at times, I send you my love and my thoughts on this Mother’s Day. Though you are a world away, you are still in our hearts. Take care of yourself. We’ll be worrying about you.
And to all the folks here at The Voice … I hope you have a beautiful Mother’s Day. I know that some here have lost their mothers. My heart goes out to you and I hope you can remember all the loving and caring she gave and remember the laughter without tears.
For those of you whose mothers are still here, I hope you have a wonderful day filled with love and laughter. Be sure to hold her close and tell her you love her.
To all of you here at The Voice and around the world, (can’t say it too many times . ♥)
You and I are both still here. And it’s a Good Place.
