When I was a little girl, my brother and sisters couldn’t wait to buy our mother something very special on Mother’s Day. We probably had less than a quarter, but it didn’t matter. We wanted our gift to be the one she would love the most. The challenge was on, and you could only hope that your gift was the prettiest, or it would make her smile the biggest.
As I matured, the definition of Mother’s Day changed. It meant to honor. It meant to really spend time and match the flowers, perfume, trinket, whatever it was, to where you were with your relationship with your mother. You wanted her to know how much you loved, respected and honored her.
When I became a mother, it took me to another step in completely understanding just how much that day meant. To know that my child would go to the mall with my husband and pick something special out for me, made my world complete. It meant that I was special to him and that he wanted to take time to buy or make me something that would say, ‘I love you, mommy.’
I’ve never been one to accept all the hoop da la that certain holidays bring, because they always seem to hurt someone, and that has always made me feel, well, guilty. So, I tried many times to downplay it because I didn’t
want to set myself up for disappointment. It’s one thing when your children are in your home, but once they move out, sometimes, they become so self-absorbed in their own life, that those kind of holidays are just not so important.
A phone call at six at night had to suffice. No card, no hand-made gift, just the sound of his voice saying “I love you mom!” I must be honest, at times it did leave me feeling a little blue, but, at least there was a phone call. I was grateful.
Throughout the years, I remained very true to my mother. I never waited until that ‘special day.’ If I saw something I knew she’d love, I’d get it for her and send it. It didn’t matter that it was a sunny day in March or a gloomy day in October. My heart lead me and it took to a place of awareness. One day, my mother may not be here.
That day is now. My mother has passed and I will be spending my first Mother’s Day without my ‘mommy.’ I might be a little sad, but there’s one thing I still have inside me for her; Honor. I miss her terribly, but know that she is in a much better place, and no matter what time of the day it is, I will honor her.
Make your Mother’s Day the most amazing day for yourself. Honor yourself and remember the wonderful time you shared with your child. Remember how you devoted the years to prepare them for the world today and definitely
remember how important you are in your children’s lives.
Mothers are amazing. There is no other higher position than to be a mother. The fact that we were born to have another human being grow inside of us…..well, that’s just pure honor.
Remember
M- Mothers are
O- Often
T- The
H- Heartbeat of
E- Each
R- Relative
S- So, embrace who you are!
Lisa Hein is the author of THE BOOK “I’m Doing The Best I Can!” (They won’t always be cute and adorable. Her journey through ‘parentdom’ proved to be one of the most exciting journey she’s ever experienced. She says, “Learning to raise children in today’s world is quite challenging.” Because of what she experienced, she is passionate about sharing, educating, and inspiring other parents to know that they must prepare their children to withstand what this world has to offer rather than worrying about what new cell phone they ‘just have to have!’
Listen to Lisa’s radio talk show EVERYDAY PARENTING on www.RadioEarNetwork.com every Tuesday at
10:00 am EST and visit her website at www.LisaRHein.com .
