The sun is trying. I see brief moments of sunlight out on the back yard. The birds are doing their best to encourage the sun to keep trying, they believe that it can break free of the cloud cover and shine. It may or may not manage that since the all knowing weather prognosticators say it may or may not rain more today. Personally, I may or may not go hiking or grocery shopping. What is definite though, it is my mother’s birthday.
Big deal you mutter.. ah yes, it really is a big deal. When you realize how special your mother is, and the things she taught you, her birthday is a big deal. Yesterday my son and I went out in search of –the–gift for her birthday. It had to be perfect, because of the perfect gifts she has given me over the years.
Understanding that we stand up for our children. She went to the school when a teacher was going to fail me for bad handwriting. She faced the teacher, the assistant principle and principle over this. She won.
Allow your children to try, but don’t force participation. For a time I was a girl scout, I even went to camp one year. But the next year the group had become a click that was not inviting. I tried to be a cheerleader, being tall isn’t enough. It seems one needs coordination as well. When I dropped out, she didn’t say a word.
Accept that your children will not have the same abilities you have. Mom made most of my clothing for years-and she was good. I can barely sew a button back onto a garment.
Be there, when your child, no matter their age, needs you. Mom sent me a bus ticket to come home when I needed to escape to survive. She never asked questions. Even when I got off that bus weighing less than a hundred pounds.
Is my mom perfect? Of course not. She’s human with human failings. But she is strong, she is knowledgeable in important things, she is loving.
She was very helpful when my son was young. She helped stand up to a doctor who wanted to comment on my son’s bruises. When my son was young, he was determined to go from point A to point C barreling head first through point B. He was exhibiting all signs of “here, hold my sippy cup” as soon as he could walk. Bruises? He laughed at bruises.
Today, is her birthday. 86. Amazing, so amazing. I remind my son how blessed we are that his grandparents are with us still. My son, bless him, is always ready and willing to do what they need. Happy Birthday Mom, we love you.
But.. on another note. It is also teacher appreciation week. Well, mom was a teacher of sorts, she taught us what we needed to know. But I realize they are meaning the official teachers. So to all those official teachers, thank you. Your job is not easy (especially now) you are not as appreciated as should be, and respect from students is difficult to come by. So I thank you.
It is according to my social media thingy, also Firefighter appreciation Day. So I do thank those brave souls ready to run into burning buildings, face burning cars and rescue fearful cats trapped in trees. You are greatly appreciated for all you risk and all you do. And I realize it is much more than what I said here.
But, do we really need a special, one day notification on the calendar to remind us to be thankful? One day to remind us to appreciate? One day out of the year to set aside for them? When they are in truth, special, important, needed every single day of every single year of every lifetime allowed.
Happy birthday mom, thank you for being the person you are and helping me to be who I am. (And as a gift to me, I received an email that the gift I had ordered for Mother’s Day had been shipped. It may make it after all..yes!!)