Wow, what a different turn of events. A strange turn one might even say. As any of my regular readers will understand I have had some struggles throughout my "motherhood" years. Allot of heart-pain. Many sacrifices. Most of which have gone completely unnoticed, by everyone except G-d - which is perfectly acceptable. Although I have to be honest here. (don't have to be, but will be) I haven't always felt this way. It is a feeling or an acceptance and a deep understanding that has come with years,experience and a deep, deep love for my children.
I have learned, come to the divine understanding, that it is not necessarily the place of a child, young or grown, to "understand" or in some cases even "be aware in detail" about the sacrifices that have been made on their behalf through the life of their parents.
Oh, reader please do not misunderstand. There are many cases that our children do need to understand the sacrifice, the toil, the labors of love that we have sown into their lives. What I am saying here, or trying to say is - that there is a definite line that need not be crossed.
There will always be those things we do out of our love for our children - just because we love them and they are our children.
I believe the key to perfectly loving our children at that point is - just forget about it. Just forget that we did all that. I truly believe when we make a point to remind our children, even if it is ever so gently, about all our sacrifices and all that we have done for them, it takes away so much from the selflessness. It takes away from the love, it takes away from the very foundation we have sacrificed and worked so hard be able to have ready to facilitate the growth of a strong parent child relationship.
This is not good.
Well, back to my blog. All that to say ---- while I wait so patiently, well maybe not so patiently (though I am getting better. MUCH better.) Learning more and more how to "let go" and live without 3 of the most precious gifts I have ever received from G-d himself - I have started to see how the Lord has been true to one of his many promises. Which brings us to the title of this here blog. "Will YOU be my mom?"
I have been asked since the beginning of this year, by three different people, all ages of my adult children "Amy, will You be MY Mom?"
Though no one could or will ever replace my sons until they return home - I am realizing there are a great many young men and women out there that do not have and would very much like to have a caring parent. I am just that. So why not spread the love? There is so much room in my heart a few more kids would be like drop in the bucket!
One thing I truly miss from my household growing up - is all the noise in the house.
There were so many of us in the immediate family. Then we always had an open door for friends of the family and relatives.
I absolutely LOVE the idea of being a "Mom" again! lol
Bring it on!
Oh and being that it is going to Mother's Day this next Sunday May 12, 2013
I must by all means post my annual Mother's Day Poem in Honor of MY Mom (click link below)
A special poem just for Mothers
Making Time
By: Amy Colleen
Copyright March 2002 all rights reserved
First thing in the morning; children running here and there,
The husband, needing your attention; a neighbor calls needing some care.
“It’s only seven in the morning,” with a sigh, you say out loud.
But your plea of exasperation is, drown-out by the noise of the crowd.
Before too long, it’s half past eight ; you’ve just said your good-bye prayers.
The kids have all left for school. Your neighbor now knows you care.
With a sigh, you head for the kitchen. Put the water on for some tea.
Take a deep breath and think to yourself, “I could really use some time for me.”
With a tea cup in one hand, a good book in the other to read.
You find your favorite chair to sit down; and sure enough, someone calls with a need.
Before you know it, it’s three o’clock . The kids are home for the day.
Time for home-work, dinner; who knows what else. “No time for Mommy,” again you say.
So with a sigh, you resolve yourself; smiling, you open your arms wide.
Greet your children with a hug and kiss; and usher them all inside.
It’s now late in the evening; children running here and there.
The husband, needing your attention; a neighbor calls needing some care.
“It’s nine o’clock in the evening,” with a sigh, you say out loud.
But your plea of exasperation, is, drown-out by the noise of the crowd.
Before too long, it’s half past ten ; you’ve just said your good-night prayers.
The kids have all gone to bed; your neighbor now knows you care.
With a sigh, you head for the kitchen; put the water on for some tea.
Take a deep breath and think to yourself, “I could really use some time for me.”
With a tea cup in one hand, a good book in the other to read;
You find your favorite chair to sit down; and much to your surprise you see ~
Someone already sitting there, having waited all day, patiently;
He greets you with these simple few words, “I thought you could use some time with me.”
“Oh LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.”
Psalm 5:3
