Mother’s Day May 12, 2013

MOTHER’S DAY is Sunday…12 May 2013 in the U.S.A.

Mothers & Daughters

Mother’s Day traces back to ancient Greece where spring celebrations honored Rhea, the Eternal Mother of the Gods. When asked what my most significant contribution has been my answer is readily available…”Being a Mother.”

Once you become a Mother, you will always be a Mother. You’ll add other titles such as “Grandma” and “Great Grandma” as the years pass, but you’ll never lose the feelings and responsibilities that come with being called “Mom.” We Mothers have a fondness for all our children but for those of us who have daughters we must admit that there is a special caring relationship that develops between daughter and mother. After all, we are all daughters to someone and if it is their desire our daughters will someday become Mothers themselves.

I like the feeling I get when I do something for my daughter Leigh and she says the feeling is mutual. We’ve developed a relationship that extends beyond mother/daughter…we’re friends…we genuinely like one another which is significant indeed. Because of our special bond we truly care for one another… unconditionally. Happy Mothers Day!

“Mother is the name of God on the lips and in the hearts of all children.” …Eric Draden played by the late Brandon Lee in “The Crow.”

The following is an inspirational Mother’s Day story by Rex Barker.

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife’s idea. “I know that you love her,” she said one day, taking me by surprise. “But I love YOU,” I protested. “I know, but you also love her.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to go out with was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years. The demands of my work and my three children had made it possible for me to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and maybe somewhere else to spend some time together afterwards. “What’s wrong, are you okay ?” she asked.  My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be nice to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she too seemed to be nervous about our “date.” She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.  “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our evening.”

We went to a restaurant that, though not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could read only large print. Half way through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary – but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked for so long that we didn’t even go anywhere else. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place my mother and I had dined. An attached note read: “Son, I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn’t be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you.”

At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, “I LOVE YOU” and of giving your loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

Thanks to all the women who love, nurture, teach and inspire us…every day of the year!