When I was a little girl, it was impressed upon me from an early age that Mother’s Day was meant to honor and celebrate my grandmother, my mother’s mother. This was Mama’s idea, of course, and she was a woman with strong opinions about such matters. It was many years before I discovered that my mother had become open to cards and gifts on that second Sunday in May.
I remember, as a young adult, walking into her office at the Allentown State Hospital, where she was a psychiatric social worker, and seeing a Mother’s Day card I had sent her. Mama had it pinned dead center on her bulletin board. I even remember the card, a cartoon of a girl crawling out to the end of a branch to pick an apple. The caption read, “I’d go out on a limb for you – Happy Mother’s Day!” She kept that card for years.
There was a long period in my life when Mother’s Day meant the pain of not having any children, when I had wanted so much to have a family. A miscarriage and sudden divorce turned out to rob me of the opportunity to become a parent. There were too many half-baked relationships throughout the rest of my child-bearing years.
After Larry and I married, we enjoyed treating our mothers to a festive lunch here every Mother’s Day. Since Larry’s birthday falls on May 12, there were a couple of celebrations that included a special birthday cake as well. Now, both our mothers are gone, and the past seven Mother’s Days have seemed a bit lonely and bleak.
Happily, this Mother’s Day marks the joyful occasion of my beloved godchild’s first Mother’s Day. (Here she is just before her wedding some two and a half years ago). She and her husband welcomed their first child, a daughter, last August. Now nine months old, this baby has captured all our hearts. She is happy, healthy and crawling up a storm. It fills my heart every time I see her and her loving parents – what a family! I delight in anticipating many more Mother’s Days to come.
Happy First Mother’s Day, sweet Lizzie. Love, Liz