My Darling Mother above - healthy, amazing, loving..
Yes, Mother's Day is officially over. Today we moms get back to making our own breakfasts, mopping up milk spills, tossing undies in the wash. I sip my morning coffee; the house is tomb quiet. I take a few moments to pore over yesterdays quick digital pics and lug a fat photo album onto my lap. Oh my, I think of the many Mother's Days I have celebrated. My timeless photos albums tug hard on my mothering heart.. I sigh and gently run my hand over the years. If I stacked up all my albums, I'm sure they would touch the sky.
There I am with my first newborn, there I am with my first grandchild. There I am on my wedding day, nearly forty seven years ago. There I am the afternoon of my husband's funeral with family surrounding me like a cloud of mercy. And, there I am yesterday, happy and whole, productive and content.
Some Mother's Days are quiet, some hectic, some memorable, but not all. This year I traipsed to my back yard studio and played with my new fabric stash, rearranged my desk, gathered up some zany thoughts and jotted them down on the edges of my Monet calendar.
Heaven holds those who have gone on before and we miss them. Heaven speaks softly to my heart, a kind of silent symphony - "All is Well, All is Well, All is Well."
