Mother’s Day! Like it or not…

Here it comes!

A day of celebration here in the United States…officially instituted as a National Holiday in 1914 by Woodrow Wilson.

I have mixed feelings about the day.

My husband, on the other hand does not.  He simply does not like it. But just to be fair about it all, he doesn’t care for Father’s Day either.  He sees both of these days as “someone” telling him what to do, and quite frankly, he just doesn’t like to be told what to do!

It’s o.k. … we reached an agreement a very long time ago, and there are no hard feelings.  I promise!

I wonder how other people feel about the day, especially women.

I have a friend who doesn’t really care for the day because she has to “share it” with her Mother-In-Law.  I have a feeling she’s not alone in that sentiment.

My own Mother struggled with it when she was younger. She often felt compelled to buy a card for her Mother, but had a hard time finding the one that read… “thank-you for giving birth to me, but that’s about all you did!” Not everyone has a Hallmark kind of Mom.

I have a sister-in-law who for as long as I have known her, has always struggled with the day because her Mother died a violent death. Mother’s Day was not a day of celebration.  Add to that the fact that she never had any children of her own, and it was quite simply a day she would rather do without.

And let’s not forget all of the women who desperately want to have their own child, and for various reasons are not able to. For them, I don’t believe this is a day of celebration, as it’s quite difficult for them to look at their own “empty nest”. It is an unbearable struggle, and my heart aches for them.

Me…well, I have always tried not to have too high of expectations for the day. At least I didn’t think they were too high!

I remember when my kids were much younger as toddlers and in grade school, my only hope for the day was that they would be nice to each other, and that there wouldn’t be any major catastrophes. Breakfast in bed wasn’t a requirement, flowers weren’t even necessary, just “peace” for the day.  That was all I asked for.

Now in those angsty teen years…..I simply wanted acknowledgement that I was alive, and that I was probably the one person who loved them the most in their life at this very moment.  I realize this was a pretty tall order! They not only didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that I was alive, they were pretty sure I didn’t love them either.  I mean after all, if I really loved them, I would let them do what all the other kids got to do, right?

So, now here I am, I’m the one who is much older. I’m a Grandma now. I still find Mother’s Day to be a conundrum, and I still don’t have too high of expectations! Just an “I Love You, Mom” from both of my kids would mean the world to me…and maybe some flowers. They can afford to buy me flowers now! 🙂

It is a huge task to be a Mother.  It’s a small miracle if you can actually pull it off and be somewhat of a “good” Mother.

It’s just plain hard to be a Mom!

When I read about the intent of the founder of Mother’s Day , it was for women to remember the fallen soldiers, and to work for peace. I wonder…if we were to go back to the intent of it all, would it make a difference in how we ALL feel about the day?

But then again, maybe we do still honor the intent of the day, after all, there are many days when being a Mom is only all about working for peace! 🙂

Ahh well…just some random thoughts I had about Mother’s Day!

If you are going to celebrate the day, I hope you have a great day, and all of your expectations for the day are met to your satisfaction.

Most of all I want to say thank you to these two amazing people who helped make me the Mom I am today!

I love you both with all my heart!

 

 

 

Don’t call me a good mother

This article is so good!
I know I certainly didn’t do all the “right things” raising my two kids, but today, I have two beautiful adult children that I am quite proud of. I would like to think that they actually learned a few life lessons from me along the way, and hopefully it wasn’t all bad, but I’m not so sure about that.
Being a Mom is a very hard job, and I hope that these words will bring encouragement to “good Moms” everywhere! 🙂
Enjoy!

A Leaf in Springtime

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Don’t call me a good mother.

For being good somehow means doing all the “right things”. And to be honest, I’m not necessarily all that concerned about doing the “right things”.

I’m more concerned about doing the brave thing. The thing that is needed to be done even when nobody understands. The thing that might raise a few eyebrows. Or even shock some folks. The thing that is contrary to what is popular or trendy. Contrary to opinions, charts and reports. Contrary to what everyone says is right.

For I am more concerned about the man my child will become one day. Even more than my own concern for being rated good.

For you see, I am not merely raising a child. I am raising a new race of man. A father. A husband. A friend. A team mate. A son. A seeker. A world citizen.

And because of that…

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Wordless Wednesday – Crystal Clear View

Lake Tahoe

Weekly Photo Challenge: Perspective

From this perspective…this looks like the world’s largest bug zapper! Ready, willing and able to take on this butterfly, or any human for that matter.

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When in reality, it’s just a very large sanitizer for a hospital room!

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The photo challenge this week was “perspective”.  It’s always fascinating to see the perspective of others.  Check out some more by clicking on this link!

Breakfast at McDonald’s

A great story…and a good reminder for all of us.

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
March 7, 1998

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called “Smile.”

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us…

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February Delivery- 71 Children Hats

Another special delivery…this is so awesome!

Knitting Rays of Hope

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We just mailed out 71 hats to the pediatric oncology center at Miller Children’s Hospital in Long Beach.  We are so grateful to have such a dedicated team that continually makes hats to spread hope and show support, making this shipment happen.  Since the holidays, we have been extremely busy, from planning  2 big events, the flu and its relapses, children breaking bones/teeth and work, we haven’t really been able to loom knit or blog at our usual pace.  We hope to get back to our usual pace now that things have settled down a little.
~Pali

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition

A challenge indeed!

juxtaposition |ˌjəkstəpəˈziSHən| noun

“the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect: the juxtaposition of these two images.”

I barely can say the word, let alone find a photo that describes the word. I searched for a while, gave up for a while, and came back with one last attempt.

And this is what I came up with…ok, so there aren’t two images here, but there is certainly some contrast, as well as food for thought.

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That’s my take on the challenge, if you’re interested to see how other people interpreted this challenge, check out this link!

It’s fun and interesting too!

What happened while you were gone

While you were on the other side of the world…

I baked cookies, bread, and muffins too.

I roasted a pumpkin to use for making bread or muffins or a pie. Roasted the seeds too.  Cut up apples and made some delicious applesauce.

Took out my crock pot and made the most amazing ham and bean soup.

I searched my cookbooks and on the internet too, looking for more recipes of good things to make.

I watched all 22 episodes of Revenge on Netflix.

I watched the football game with you via Skype!  I know I watched you, more than I watched the game.

I went shopping, and wandered around and around the store wondering why they were already playing Christmas music when it was only the first week of November!

I spent a wonderful day with our grandkids.  All day, just the 3 of us! We played with play doh, colored, had a tea party, laughed, and talked about life!  We went to the movies, ate pop corn and watched “Wreck-it Ralph“.

I heard your voice this morning tell me that you love me.  The last time I will hear your voice for about 20 hours, as you “wing” your way back to me.

But more than anything else, what I’ve done the most since you’ve been gone….is fall more in love with you!

Counting the hours until I see you again!

On being a mom

I have been a mom for a long time now.  From when they were babies to teens to adults with babies of their own. And lately I am finding that, the older they are, the harder it is to be a mom.   I guess I always thought, and was even led to believe, that the older your kids got, the easier it would be.

Somedays, it just doesn’t seem to be true.

I can no longer fix their problems with a hug or a kiss on the place where it hurts.  I can no longer console them with a sucker to take their mind off of the pain, and gently move them on to sweeter things.  I can no longer distract them from the thing that is frustrating them, and calm them with their favorite blanket.

I really can’t “do” anything for them at all!  And I guess that’s the hardest part of all.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I can never stop being a mom to my kids!  I will always be here for them, no matter how big, or how old they get.

And while it may not be true that the older they get the easier it is – it is true, that the older they get, I love them even more.

And my arms still give them hugs too.