Happy Sunday Mother’s Day

When we were kids, there was a Mother/Daughter Breakfast every year on Mother’s Day at St. Bridget’s Parish, where I attended grade school. If Mom came to Mass and breakfast with me, that meant Dad got home early enough from his night job working at the Omaha World Herald. He stayed up long enough to make sure my three brothers stayed out of trouble, and then went to bed when Mom and I got home after breakfast. I loved going to breakfast, and it baffled me how many of the fathers of my classmates were serving food, bussing tables, and calling raffle numbers.

The raffle was for assorted prizes but the one I wanted badly and hardly ever won was the potted geranium plant that were centerpieces for the tables. I knew I had to have those beautiful pink flowering plants. Once or twice I did, but mostly no. When I was grown up and could buy garden flowers of my choice, I saw a potted pink geranium and my mind went back to waiting for my number to be called. I’ve planted them every year, and now know the trick where you can let the plants go dormant in the fall, then replant them in spring, and they will come back to life. It’s still a beautiful memory.

During the years I was a single mom, my oldest son and I would go shopping for garden plants and pick up a million of them. Once, I picked out over 300 individual plants, all in little dividers in plastic trays. Towards the end of planting, I was really tired! Had to dig up half the yard. It was worth it. I miss doing that with him, just like I miss Christmas shopping with him. Good memories. It’s pretty cold here yet in Nebraska for someone to be planting anything yet. The Babe and I might go to a garden center tomorrow after my dentist appointment, but we’ll see.

This can be a very happy day for young mothers, and for older mothers whose kids are nearby and actually do things for Mom. Good for them, what a nice thing to do for Moms who really do a lot for their families. Sometimes, it’s not that happy for people, though. Just like Christmas isn’t always a Hallmark moment. Some have mean Moms. Some have abusive, addicted Moms. It might be hard to even think of that person on a day like this. Just know you’re not alone, that’s all. You’re not the only one, there are many who have a similar situation. Some kids don’t think of anyone but themselves. Some kids are ungrateful, some are in jail, some are at a place unknown to their Mom, and there are many, many of those. Some Moms have broken hearts for who knows why. They’re not alone, not any of them.

Whatever your situation, remember there are those who don’t share the joy you have in your lives. Our kids are in four different states, and we’re kind of quarantined due to this COVID-19 thing. Even at that, our kids are pretty busy living their own lives. And that’s a good thing, because that’s what you raise them to do. To keep crowds at a minimum, we’re not gathering for my mom, either. I’ll probably read a book and maybe we’ll watch a movie. Low key. I’ve heard from each of my kids and stepkids. I miss their kids so! Maybe we can see them by Father’s Day.

Some people have lost their Moms. It’s sad when young mothers die, when grandma’s die, and when anyone loses someone too soon. I’m including a video of a brand new song, “When They Go,” by Dayna Jones of South Dakota. Dayna released this today, and I’d like to share it with you all. It’s a beautiful song for today. Enjoy today for all it is worth, friends. It changes in a moment. Remember happy times. Think good thoughts about all you’ve learned about what is good and right. Make your life rich in blessings by thinking of them. If you have the blessing of an awesome Mom, great! Otherwise, be an awesome Mom, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, Nephew, Niece, for someone who needs you. You’ll know. Blessings on you all.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it. See you right here tomorrow, where I’ll be when you come back. In the meantime, I’ve got some reading to catch up on.

Searching for those missing 3,000 words!

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