Saturday, May 9, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

My grandmother had a little Victorian framed picture on her bedroom wall that read...

Who ran to help me when I fell
and would some pretty story tell
And kiss the place and make it well?
My Mother.

It was lovely. But it wasn't my mother. She'd have told me to shake it off and that crying was for sissies. She was so young when she had me and she made mistakes. She wasn't perfect and we fought ruthlessly but quietly most of the time. We'd go months without speaking, but pick right back up like nothing ever happened. Both of us cutting off our noses to spite our face, hating each other but having to look in the mirror each morning and see the other's face staring back.

When I became a mother she was there...all four times. I've avoided some of her mistakes and repeated some. We still fight that quiet fight some times but time has mellowed us both.

Happy Mother's Day~Thanks for what you gave me but most of all for what you couldn't~THAT has made all the difference. I love you.

The Special Mother

by Erma Bombeck

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...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

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," smiles 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 wears 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 her own world. She has to make her 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 will know it!"

"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 if she is here by My side".

"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."

Smiles from the farm,


  1. I guess most of us get what we need.
    Happy Mother's Day to you!!

  2. Hi Lisa...Happy Mother's Day to you. I hope you have a great day! Mothers & Daughters....we all know about that, hugs, Kathleen