Last year for Mother's Day I wrote a little tribute about all of the special moms in my life. They are still very special to me. However, this year, I thought I would write about a couple of special Mother's Days to me.
The first one was not technically Mother's Day. It was the day before Mother's Day in 1987 and I went to the beach with my sister. I was telling her how crummy I was feeling. She informed me that I sounded pregnant. Coming from someone who had a baby in '81, '83 and '86, I figured she just might know what she was talking about. So, on my way home from the beach I dropped by the doctor's office for a pregnancy test. It was a YES!!!!! I hugged everybody in the office and drove home on cloud 9! RL and I hadn't really been sure if we wanted children when we first got married - well, I was, he wasn't. His family thought we would never, ever have children. I could not wait for our get together on Mother's Day so we could tell his family. We were sitting around waiting for everybody to get there and we decided to tell his Mom. She didn't stop doing what she was doing at all. She didn't believe us! It took quite a bit of convincing - like nine months! Then when R was born she didn't believe we had a girl! We didn't know prior to R's birth if we were having a boy or girl. My sister had three boys. R's brother had two and another boy was in their future. R is the oldest of three boys. So we figured we were set for a boy. Surprise! We were shocked! R's mother was really, really shocked!
Another special Mother's Day in my life is very different from that day. My grandmother had been sick with Alzheimer's for years. She passed away the week before Mother's Day. Since she was a full-time Mom to her kids and grandkids, it only seemed natural to have her memorial service on Mother's Day. I had never been to a service like it before. My uncle wrote a song and played it on his guitar. All of her children and grandkids who wanted got up and shared their happy memories of her. We laughed and laughed. We sang 'Jesus Loves Me' because it was one of Gram's favorite songs. It was a happy day. We went to my sister's house afterward and everybody brought a dish to contribute to the meal - just like all the get togethers we had at Gram's. The only thing missing was Gram and she really wasn't missing because she was there in all of us.
So, whatever kind of Mother's Day you have, I hope it holds happy memories - whether you are making them or are remembering them.