Happy Mother’s Day! As often happens on holidays, I woke up today feeling a little down. Being a mom is hard. Emotionally, physically, mentally, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Now as we wait for the arrival of our little girl (Taylor May), I feel a little overwhelmed at the thought of even more responsibility… whew! You wanna help make my Mother’s Day great?
In the comments below, leave a tribute, story, photo, note of gratitude to your mom, someone who was a mother to you, or even the mother of your children. Tell me a beautiful memory or what a difference she made or is making in your life.
Take a minute to remind all us moms in the trenches that what we do makes a difference. Tell the whole world how special she is!
(This could be a beautiful gift to your mother: write your comment and forward the link to her so she can read!)
Everyone can participate… and you KNOW she deserves to be recognized! Let’s fill this page with love today!
Sarah
My mom really is my best friend. So many beautiful memories with her, but one of my favorites was when we were living in a small house, and dreaming of a fireplace at Christmas. My mom is a wonderful artist, so she took a large sheet of butcher paper and drew a roaring fire in a fireplace, and even a decorated hearth around it. She taped her art to the front door (right off the living room), and it was so big it took up most of the door. My mom has always found creative ways to make life special and sweet for us. I’m so thankful.
Sarah Kovac
The comments were having issues earlier! Please leave any tributes again. Sorry for the inconvenience!!
Portia Taylor
I remember that memory so well! It is one of my favorites too. We often had to employ a “use what you have” mentality back in those days. Learning to pour our longing and sadness into an effort to recapture the joy of what we were missing. If we could just use our imaginations well enough, we could almost believe. (Sometimes we really had to put our imaginations to work!) You and I worked together making that fireplace. We kept thinking of more ways to make it more realistic. Eventually, the crocheted stocking your great grandma gave you was hanging from the “mantel”. I do remember how much we wanted to be gathered around the fire on that cold winter’s night, having our customary tree-trimming snacks, admiring our freshly decorated tree.It would have been a very nice memory. But, nothing like the memory we created, using what we had, spending time with each other building a beautiful relationship. Over the years that has become such a fond memory. God changed our sadness into such a beautiful thing. He’s so good about doing that! I love you, Sarah!
Jessica Grono
Thank you Mom for giving me life and fighting for my independence
Sofaia Tamoi
I was raised in the city and my husband was raised in a remote rural environment. I was ready to chuck it in after 3 years of trying to fit in but my mom told me, “this was your choice and you have vowed before God that only death will part you so go back and get on with your in-laws, no matter how hard”. I am blessed with the wisdom of a praying mother and my children now are blessed with her continued wisdom. She has been the mainstay in the family when my father left her for another woman after 23 years of marriage and 5 children. Her faith helped me grow in my role as a mother and homemaker. I love her and pray that she’s still around for her great grandchildren.