Happy Mother’s Day

Today is Mother’s Day and everywhere in Lexington mothers and families dressed in their very finest to attend church services or to just go out mothers-dayand eat to show appreciation for the one person who usually keeps the world upright and moving forward.  It was no different in my family when I was growing up.  The one person I leaned on more than anyone else was my Mom.  She was the strongest person I have ever known, and she imparted to each of her daughters something special about being a mother, about being a person.  Even though I was not blessed with having children of the human variety, the mothering instinct is strong with me, and my wonderful husband has finally accepted this.  Sometimes he even must tell me, “Stop trying to ‘mother’ me, I am OK.  I am here for you.”  Yeah, I need to hear those words sometimes.

Since we live in an apartment complex now, the scenes of domesticity are pretty much the same, just a different shape.  Sometimes there are two moms or dads going out with the kids.  Of the couple you can definitely tell there is a “mothering soul” in the duo and a not-so-mothering-soul.  Sometimes there is a single mom and a single child.  In all instances the children are very proud to be able to do something for their maternal figure.  Their beaming faces and extra care to “be good” and “be polite” is on  every fibre of their being.  And, in every maternal figure’s face is pride, and a little mistiness because in moments like this you can tell if you are doing something right.  You can hopefully see, in that moment, the glimpse of the individual this little person will eventually grow up to be.

My upbringing was very traditional.  Mommy was the mother; Daddy was, well, Daddy.  I was the kid.  My sisters, likewise, were “the kids” because that’s what we were, even when we had our own families and our own lives we never forgot where we came from and who loved us so much.  This is visible in the children my sisters have had the wonderful opportunities to raise, and in their children’s children.  Something of our Mom is there, living, growing.  Being.

I know there are some people out there who have not had a positive relationship with their mother, or with a mother figure at all, but this doesn’t mean you won’t be  a good Mom yourself.  Please, never be frightened of loving a child and giving that child the best home it can possibly have.  It truly is one of the most rewarding things we, as human beings, made in the image of God, can do.  It doesn’t matter if you give birth to them or not.  Just enjoy being a Mom.  Be the best maternal figure you can possibly be.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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