The Daily Boost #470
They keep showing us how to love
On this Mother’s Day weekend in the US, here’s a big hug for all those we have considered our “moms” and “grandmas,” even if they remain only in memory. A big hug as well for all those dear ones who have blessed us by letting us be their “moms” and “grandmas.”
“It’s how you keep
Showing me
Everything that I missed before
But I see ‘em now
Too many to count
All of the things I’m thankful for”
(Love ya more, Mom! Love ya to infinity and back, Nathan!)
(My thanks to JJ Heller.)
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Everything I missed before....
How true
Love you more now than ever before.
Appreciate you more now than ever before.
Thanks for this blog - I love it. Sending a poem I wrote several years ago that echoes today’s post:;
A MOTHER’S DAY POEM FOR FAILED MOTHERS
I know you are legion –
you women who gave birth
and were adored for some brief time.
Yet who for years, watched this day go by
without flowers
no tender memories or words of love,
no special lunches
or surprise visits.
Each year an accusation,
an indictment.
But don’t get lost in that labyrinth of sadness.
You were mothered – by wise women
who took you and loved you,
even in your rawness.
And you were mother – to sons and daughters
who came to drink of your experience,
your unspent affection,
the well that bubbled in you;
who needed you to be the mothers they never had
or the mothers who fell short
or the mothers who never understood them.
Rejoice, o my soul, for the gift of motherly love---
Given and received