Mother's Day memories, lessons, and gifts
Monday morning cup of thoughts
Lying awake in the guest bedroom after a lovely Mother’s Day spent with my pregnant daughter Amy, I toss and turn. The two-part post , hopefully arriving this week and next, makes it impossible to sleep. I know well not to resist the thoughts as they arrive, stacked one up against another mimicking a traffic jam on the streets of New York City. They play like a song on repeat until my mind senses I will retain the writing ideas come morning. It is only then that I can drift off to sleep.
What I want to share this morning after Mother’s Day is simply this:
If you are a mother, I hope you enjoyed your day yesterday doing something that warmed your soul. If you are not a mother, I hope you spent time with or moments fondly remembering your mother. And if you fit into neither of these categories, then I hope you were able to receive something nurturing from Mother Nature as she is ever present peddling her gifts. Whatever your experience, know that it is valid and important.Â
I’ll be back hopefully on Friday, and if not, early next week with the first of a two- or three-part story about forgiveness and celebration and new life. I can't wait to share this journey with you.
I look forward to your upcoming posts.
What I have learned about forgiveness is that it is a tremendous gift for ourselves.
We think that in forgiving another, we are doing something for them; in fact, we are unburdening ourselves of weight on our hearts and minds, leaving ourselves free to pursue life with abandon.
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Personally, I had one of the best Mother’s Day’s ever. I looked forward to visiting my mom. The gift I brought was simple; a card and a milkshake from her favourite ice cream shop.
I brought no expectations, no worries, and no backpack of yesterday’s woes.
Life is good. 😊
The peonies are gorgeous! A Mother Nature gift. Have a wonderful visit with Amy. I’ll look forward to hearing about your trip. 💜