I’m grateful for the many Mother’s that have blessed my life and the way they have inspired me. *Smile*
Although, I wanted to write something inspirational… it’s been a bit crazy here. Jess is writing exams and there was a mix-up with her venue causing lots of stress for her, (and me), and on Wednesday we received a large order for Mother’s Day… which meant working extra hours, however for which I’m really grateful. *Grin* We’ve also had some load shedding at really inopportune times …especially at 6:00 pm last night when Jess was hand writing labels for our order, and I was cutting cards… and you definitely can’t do that work without proper bright light.
Whilst I went to bed to watch something on Dave’s notebook computer, munch on Salticrax so I could take painkillers, as I had a headache and toothache and my mouth is still tender and sore from a tooth extraction earlier in the week… my amazing daughter continued with the labels, to get the work finished, and when I decided not to get up after 8:00pm when the electricity came back on, she also finished cutting my cards. *Smile*
So even though I woke up early this morning to finish… the work was already done.
It’s moments like this that make being a mother so special.
When your child has demonstrated valiance despite tiredness and challenge, when she has shown courage and support, even though she also has a headache and wants to sleep… when she has completed her task and fulfilled her obligations despite the trials that stood in her way.
In this early morning quiet while it’s still dark and everyone sleeps… I’m grateful to take a moment and just enjoy what it means to me to be a mother.
There are times when my children make me crazy and I do and say things I never thought I ever would… most of which isn’t actually wrong or bad. *Grin* There are times when I am so tired, so overwhelmed and even confused… and wonder why motherhood continues to be so difficult and challenging, even though I have three grown children, Jess being our youngest at 19, *Smile*
Then there are moments when they fill my heart with love, inspire me to write the most profound words, touch me so deeply my heart skips a beat… and I’m stunned by the beauty and purity of life and how much my children continue to teach me and allow me to grow. (And push and strenuously pull me to grow, even though I stubbornly want to go in a different direction at times. *Grin*)
I’m not sure what sort of Mother’s Day this will be… for me or for you. *Smile*
My husband and both sons worked all day yesterday and even long into the evening… and Jess is really tired after her grueling week… however, I did enjoy one really special gift already, Jess arranged for me to chat to a special friend who lives in the USA, and although it’s been many years since we saw each other, our friendship has spanned 28 years of caring and sharing the details of our lives, and it was wonderful to have a live conversation with her, no matter how much I enjoy our emails and messages. *Grin*
Happy Mother’s Day
Lots of love and blessings
Mands
PS… I just had to include this story, although I’m not sure who wrote it. 🙂
He Thought His Wife Had It Too Easy.
The Reality Shocked Him.
A Story From A Man Who Swapped Roles With His Wife.
“Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day.”
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man’s wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning on the way, stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, pay the bills and balance the check book.
He cleaned the cat’s litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor; ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren’t finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said,
“Lord, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife’s being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back.”
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, “My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You’ll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night.”
~ Author Unknown
