Saturday, May 12, 2012

Happy Mother's Day!

I've never been one to expect lavish gifts and special treatment on Mother's Day.  I much prefer the hand made gifts the kids did at school, with sweet sentiments and spending the day with loved ones doing what we love.  I'm sick as a dog this year, so this year I will be resting at home while Brett and Jack play in the Little League 50/70 game at 2:00 p.m.  After, we're going to my in-laws to celebrate my Mother in Law's recent birthday, and of course, Mother's Day. 

To my surprise, this afternoon a flower delivery arrived from my Mom and Dad.  It is a beautiful assortment of tulips and hydrangia.  When I woke from resting, the lovely arrangement made me smile, then feel horrible since I haven't purchased a Mother's Day card for my own mom.  I usually at least remember that!  So, for my Mom on Mother's day, I give you the only thing I can... the long awaited photos of the grandkids! :)

Nana's 80th Birthday

Nana and her Grandsons

Me, JD and Jenelle at the Angels game on Easter!

JD as honorary bat boy with two kids he didnt' know.

My nephew Trevor being Guest PA Announcer!

He has my eyes.

And finally, if you are still reading... I notice that this work by Erma Bombeck seems to get a lot of hits on this blog this time of year, so I thougth I'd share it with you all once again.  Please enjoy this piece by Erma Bombeck, one of my favorite writers.

The Special Mom by Erma Bombeck, 1980

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.

Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.

Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see . . . ignorance, cruelty, prejudice . . . and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair. God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, Kelly! I hope you remember this when you look in the mirror tomorrow! Much love to you and your family on this Mother's Day! BTW, could your Mom look any more radiant on her 80th? You have blessed genes! -Melanie