Mother's Day

  Mother's Day has become a bittersweet day.  This year is the second one without my mom.  Grief eases, but it still comes.  There are moments when I wish I could talk with her, hear her laugh or give her a hug.  It doesn't matter how old you are,  there are times when all you want is your mom.
   I don't know if that is a "girl" thing or if "boys" feel the same way.  But I am girl and that ache for a mother is my truth.
   I am also a mom.  I am blessed with two children to whom I gave birth and two that are children of my heart.  My prayer for them has always been that the love that flowed through my parent's in their parenting might flow through me to my children.
   I am proud of who they are and who they are becoming.  Despite a few bumps every now and then they are moving into their own lives with grace and compassion.  Each time I talk with them I am reminded of what gift it is to a mother.  I have grown into that appreciation.  When they were teenagers, there were days when I wasn't even sure that I liked them!  We have all grown up.
    Today I remember my mother.  I miss her.  Today I remember my children and give thanks that I have an opportunity to be a mother to them.