Happy Mother’s Day!

What a beautiful and blustery spring day. Helicopter leaves flutter, float and glide to the ground all around me, like snowflakes on a winter’s day, and I’m sure I would never have noticed such things if it wasn’t for my beloved sons.
 
My youngest is always looking around and discovering new things, and he is always eager for adventure and to reach out and touch something, anything. I often catch myself telling him not to touch something foreign to us, he rarely listens, and as a result, I have touched some of the weirdest, slimiest bugs and some of the most unexpectedly soft and fragrant weeds and flowers.
 
Once he reached down and grabbed a murky brown pod on the ground, (I wanted him to drop it), and suddenly he rubbed it on his cheek , smiling and whispering, “it’s so soft, feel it Momma.” I leaned over and he rubbed the outer shell of the cherry blossom over my check. It felt like a chick’s feathers, velvety and smooth and I was unexpectedly delighted. My youngest and I exchanged knowing smiles and I was reminded again of the joys that come with motherhood. These are the moments that sustain me when I want to pull my hair out after I’ve said, “pick up your clothes or brush your teeth, with toothpaste,” one hundred times or more. It was a moment I will treasure, a snapshot in time.
 
My oldest son is amazing too, yesterday I was at his baseball game, and watching him play baseball is to watch a person  filled completely with joy, determination, and purpose. He loves everything about baseball and he is focused, alert, and alive during every game, dashing and diving towards the streaking baseball. It is  with a mixture of pride and bittersweet longing that I watch as the baby I knew grows into this man-child he is becoming, like a butterfly. He stands differently, taller, and he’s gaining confidence as he leans and lurches through life’s challenges, succeeding and failing, with undaunted courage.
 
I don’t know how I got so lucky to be the mother of these two extraordinary boys, it’s a gift to nurture them, love them, and watch them grow and develop into young men I admire and I like spending time with, most days. I always tell them, they were chosen just for me and they have filled me with pride, laughter, joy, adventure and most of all unconditional love. No matter how many times I may miss the mark for Mother of the Year, they continue to love me and shower me with hugs and kisses and frankly, life doesn’t get any better than that.
 
So on this Mother’s Day, I will share with all of you what I whispered to each of them when I held them for the first time, “Hello my love, and Welcome to Earth. I will be your guide for your journey here on earth and when it’s time for you to go out into the world, I will help you soar from my arms, high up into the sky, to the dreams of your own making.”
 
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there who work, dream, wash, care, nurture, and love their children from here to eternity!

4 comments

  1. Motherhood is just one of your life’s callings in which you excel: writer, artist, wife, daughter…true & loyal friend to name a few more!

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    • artistspromenade · May 16, 2012

      Great words of support and “affirmations.” What a great journey it’s been and more thrills ahead.
      By the way, right back at ya, you’re creative, loyal, determined, and a great daughter and friend.
      I am proud to call you friend!

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  2. Beth Smith Serusa · May 14, 2012

    You sure know how to put it all into words that flow with the greatest of ease! Joyful tears as I read your stories. I wait patiently for the next!

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    • artistspromenade · May 14, 2012

      You’re a good friend. I am so glad you’re reading along, it makes it easier to write, especially with your feedback.

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