Today should be a day of complete peace. A day where children can honor their mothers and express their love and adoration. So, why did I sit in church, holding a delicate iris in my hand, with tears clouding my vision? Why did I feel that I was left out? That I was in a world I don't belong in? There was a little girl sitting with her mother about two pews in front of me. Her mother was doting on the little golden headed five year. She was arrayed in a paisley yellow sweater. Under that, she wore a pretty pink frock. Yes, she was blissfully happy. Her mom was middle aged was well dressed. She looked like a typical tennis mom. Anyways, she obviously loved her daughter as much as the little girl adored her equally enchanting mother. When the little girl started to cry, mommie gently pulled her daughter into her lap, kissing her forhead, and hushing her gently....
What would this do to a girl of eighteen who missed, longed for that relationship with her mother? Broke her...But she pushed the tears away. She won't cry. She won't cry over spilled milk. Why should she? Someday...someday...it would all be better. So, womanly courage took over and she called her mom to say "Happy Mother's Day," the image of mother/daughter still fresh in her mind. The conversation seemed distant...but it was something.
So, with this tiny ray of hope in her heart, she finds that it was all a facade. Mommie was going behind her back, yet again, to hurt her. She couldn't take it anymore.
So what did she do to deserve this? She isn't sure, and she really does not want to know. She wants to pretend that everything between her and mommie is fine, although she knows that it is not. It's not fair.
Oh, little girl, if only you knew. Hold onto your mommie. She is precious, she is the apple of your eye. That is how it need to be. Lean on her and learn all that she knows. Keep her close. Don't break her heart. Do everything that you can to make her proud. Don't deny who you are, but continue to let her love you. Because she does love you, and you know. Follow her, and honor her...then, you will be truly at peace when it is time to leave the nest.
Oh, mother, please, hold onto your little girl, she needs you so much. When she is tender, hold her tight, hush her gently. Do not throw her dreams out with her when life gets tough. Speak gently to her, she is a tender flower. Be loving to her, no matter what. Let her know that she come to you with anything and everything. I know that you love her...just make sure that she knows that. She will be strong, secure, beautiful, just like you, in your love. Love her, mom, love her always...
Oh, but Mother, I've got vices like any other man. Vices that you're not used to...Vices that'll make you think less of me.
Happy Mother's Day