Mothers’ Day once was painful for me.
I was one of those women who had fertility issues. Of course, that was long, long ago.
My daughter, June, entered my life in 1974. She was 4 and I was ready to create a different sort of family.
A few years later I became a mother again. It was a miracle. My son, Timothy, came into my life, adding more joy.
Someone forgot to give me the map for motherhood.
I did the best I could.
I know I do better at being a grandmother. Afterall, there are no expectations of what a grandmother is responsible for.
Now Mothers’ Day is a chance to think about the purpose of life and the thoughts of Kahlil Gilbran, who said:
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Lifes longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.”