Welcome to a special Sunday edition of Tantrums, Troubles, and Treasures. Mother’s Day is one of my favorite holidays because of the people in my life; but it also really weighs me down mentally. Maybe after reading this, you’ll understand why.
There are five mothers in my life I love dearly. My wife, my mother, my mother in law, my grandmother in law, and my grandmother (deceased) I’m pretty lucky to have these people. They are all great in their own way. Though they have been taken for granted at one time or another, I appreciate what they’ve done and what they’ve meant to me.
But, Mother’s Day isn’t all bells and whistles for me. It’s probably because of my background; but lots of other mothers are on my mind as well. For example, perhaps because of the execution of Bin Laden, I’m thinking of the kids who lost their mothers almost 10 years ago. Though that lunatic is dead, nothing will ever bring those mothers home. I couldn’t imagine not being raised by my mom and I really feel for them.
I’m also thinking of the mothers who are making the wrong choices with their lives right now whether it be drugs, neglect, or abuse. I’ve seen the story play out so many times. I wish I could help all of them; but understand that it isn’t to be. At St Joseph Children’s Home, I worked with kids whose moms and dads made the wrong decisions. Though I’ve moved on, there are new children there. I will promise you this. Many children who call St. Joseph’s home will have a heavy heart tomorrow.
I’m thinking of one of my best friends. He lost his mother this past year and I feel so badly for him. Because of my beliefs, I know they will be reunited one day down the road.
Though I’ve presented you with some heavy stuff, there’s also another mother who I am thinking about. Just recently, some close family members were able to bring the second of a pair of twins home. This is pretty special because their boy was given a minimal chance (10% I think) to live based on the circumstances. Now, he is probably in the arms of his mother (or father). I couldn’t be happier for their family. Their journey was difficult for months but they pulled through like champions.
Now you can see why Mother’s Day is such a yo-yo event for me. All of the happiness I feel towards the mothers in my life and all the ailments of people I’ll never meet are rolled up together. Emotionally, I get a bit exhausted on this day which leads me to the title of this post.
What I am trying to say is… I love you. I’m thinking about you. I believe in you. May God bless all of you.
I’ll write another parenting post for you Tuesday. Happy Mother’s Day!!!