Mother's Day is Every Day

Mother's Day is almost here.  Younger Mothers will be served breakfast in bed, open crayola scribbled cards and scotch taped gifts of plaster hand prints and drugstore perfume.  Mothers of teens will have lunch with their children, and hopefully a truce and a conversation.  Those of us with grown children may get phone calls and flowers delivered to our front door or actually the day brings them all home.  Our children gathering where they grew, to honor the one who loves them most of all.

I got an early Mother's Day present last weekend.  My third born, Catherine, recently purchased a house in Oklahoma City.  The bones of the house are grand, it just needs a little TLC and polish to bring the old girl to its full potential.  I had great fun Saturday, shopping with Caroline and Catherine to pull things together and to prioritize projects.  A dear friend joined us that evening with wine and conversation.  On Sunday, all the family came to help where needed and to celebrate a grand event in their sister's life.   I spent some time on the yard- her sister painted, one brother rolled his eyes but tackled a sidewalk project with his Father and the other brother are his sandwich and watched all the action.  Friends were coming in and out, doors were slamming, neighbors were walking by- it was a busy day on West 25th.  It was one of many good days to come.

It's the journey.  How blessed we are to be part of our children's milestones as they write their own life story. How blessed we are to be invited to participate and to contribute.  How blessed we are to also stand back, to contemplate, to observe our children-go from "who they will be" to "who they are."

No matter where you are in the lives of your children, enjoy this weekend.  Happy Mother's Day.  chrissie