I had a wonderful Mother’s Day. I spoke with both my kids and they told me they loved me, despite the many mistakes I made in raising them. A friend once told me, “We were all raised by amateurs.” So true. What training did I have before becoming a mom at the age of 20? Babysitting the neighbors’ kids hardly counts. I got paid and could leave at the end of the evening. With your own kids, you pay and there is no leaving. But what makes it difficult and frustrating at times also makes it rewarding. All that effort and love and sweat and tears all add up in the end. Just to hear the love in my daughter’s and son’s voices makes it all worthwhile.
I was thinking, too, of my own mom. Wanted to pick up the phone and wish her a happy Mother’s Day and tell her I loved her. But I have to say it in a prayer instead. I know heaven has a beach and she’s walking on it right now, a smile on her face.
