So today was mother's day, and ironically, my children were with their dad, celebrating the women in his family, and also, the various birthdays that occur in April, May and June. I would be lying if I told you I did not miss their effervescence, racket, and brouhaha. But I also enjoyed some peace after what seems an extended period of stress work wise, life wise. I planted some fruit vines and bushes in my garden. I weeded. I mowed the lawn. I finished a book. I had a nap. I went for a walk with Michael.
Throughout this peace, I am also aware of other mothers whose children's absence is long term, permanent. I was thinking about several mums I know who have lost children. Euphemisms aside, their children died. Still born, cancer, heart conditions. Some as recent as this past April, some as long ago as 40 + years. I have never experienced this, and God willing, never will. But I believe God can be capricious. I believe there is no logic or order to what lies outside of our minds. Gabrielle lost Heiko, and works through it every day. Her Mother's Day post was lovely, a clarion call to us all that somehow, we are all connected. Lest we forget.
And to close, I link through to a video by my highschool grad date, Randy Spear -who sings a lovely song about rising above the crap...a delightful video
with love, Kate