(Guest writer-mama # 2, Lindsay Eland, is the author of Scones and Sensibility. I believe this is one of the times where less of an intro is more, so I'll be quiet now and get to her lovely words...)
To all the mothers buried under mounds of laundry and dishes and homework
To all the mothers that kiss their kids good-bye…sending them off to school, to college, to their own families, to war
To all the mothers whose hearts have ached at every scraped knee, every broken heart, every good-bye
To all the mothers who have worried and prayed and stayed up until the car pulls into the driveway…no matter how late the clock struck
To all the mothers who aren’t the same in the mirror as they were before…but who are so much more beautiful and full of life and wonder and love because of having a child
To all the mothers who have a hidden lion underneath their soft skin and gentle touch…a ferocious love that doesn’t go away or diminish as time goes on
To all the mothers who do it all alone—the cooking and cleaning and crying and loving
To all the mothers who have taken children who aren’t their own and sewn them into their hearts forever
To all the mothers who loved their child enough to give them a better chance
To all the mothers that have cried over the babies that left them too early but were loved a lifetime over
To all the mothers still dreaming dreams
To all the mothers reawakening old dreams
To all the mothers laughing or crying, singing or skipping, reading or sleeping, old or young or in-between…
Happy Mother’s Day!
(You can visit Lindsay at http://lindsayeland.com/)
Thank you so much, Lindsay,for honoring mothers so beautifully in this post! Your words triggered a flood of memories for me: memories of my life with my mother, memories of raising my own children. The joys and the sorrows of motherhood have enriched my life in ways I could never have imagined. I am going to share your post with my mom--even Hallmark couldn't have said it better!