And when we drift off to sleep, we know we’re safe because you always made sure we were safe and warm.
Mother’s Day is more than simply a day on the calendar. It’s a time to remember who cared for us and nourished our souls. It doesn’t matter how you became a mother. What matters is the love you give to others selflessly. It’s not easy to love someone else unconditionally. It requires ongoing sacrifice of your time, energy, and spirit. So many of us out there do this without hesitation on a daily basis. You are deserving on praise not only today but every day.
If this is a tough weekend for you, my heart goes out to you. So many of us lose our parents too soon, as I’ve lost my father almost 13 years ago and my mother currently isn’t doing well. Life keeps moving forward with little regard for who we love and care for hanging in the balance.
Even if you aren’t a Mother, spread some love this weekend. Someone out there needs a touch of kindness.
I stopped in a home improvement store earlier today for stain swatches and potentially new plants. I always cruise the plant clearance section first because this particular store always discounts plants that are still in okay enough condition that they can be planted or cared for and I see results. I may have to work harder to cultivate them but regardless, they blossom year after year. I started to make a little game of it. I also noticed how much money I’ve saved not buying these plants and flowers at retail prices. That’s always a win.
It’s a little after 9pm on what I believe is Friday night. I have the window open to help keep the breeze flowing since it was almost 80 degrees today. I was thinking about earlier today that I should take up hand writing letters again and sending it to friends and loved ones. Then it prompted me to think about the way people used to communicate years ago via the Pony Express with the optional quill feather pen with a small bottle of ink. Clearly this quarantine is causing me to think deeply and abstractly.