For the past several years, Mother's Day has been filled with overwhelming sadness. I can't quite figure out the source of my sadness.
I am more of a gift-of-service person than anything else, so I am usually very happy when the kids clean the kitchen and make me cards. I ask for a clean kitchen or good church behavior for my birthday and mother's day. I did hint that I wanted New baking racks and a canister set, but suggested it for my birthday. I don't think it isn't because I didn't "get" anything. Yesterday, Number One Son rode his bike to H-E-B and bought me three doughnuts and cleaned the kitchen and took care of the entire set of cast iron. I got sweet cards from Number One Daughter, Number Two Son and Rainbow Baby. My MIL sent me a sweet musical e card and FaceBook was filled with greetings and Mother's Day Love. I talked to my Mom for almost an hour on the phone. I miss her, we haven't been able to visit because the Suburban has transmission problems and my spare tire is flat.
Yesterday, at Mass, our baby Priest talked asked for prayers for mothers of miscarried babies, babies lost to abortion and those struggling with infertility. I wonder if my sadness has to do with the children I didn't get to "mother?"
I guess I have to be ok with not knowing, this is hard, but I've had lots of practice.
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