Mother's Day was often challenging with all the kids and grandkids when we lived close to my parents in Florida--we were juggling visiting my parents and my ex's parents and our siblings and their families and all the grandkids were little and it was craziness. Now we live in Texas, and everyone is older--and they still live in Florida, and are not going to be around forever. What I would not give for a little more of that craziness.
Here I sit--one of those people I never thought I would become: my dad warned me on my 25th birthday--he said I would blink and suddenly I would be 50. I remember staring at his perfect handwriting in that card, shaking my head, thinking, "Nah."
Well, Dad, you were right. As I tell Chris, my husband all the time: feels good to be right, doesn't it. I am not sure my dad would be so quick to be gleeful on this one. My youngest is a senior in high school. My daughter is soon to turn twenty-one. My mother and bonus dad and father and bonus mom (yes--I am so fortunate to have ALL of them still) are not getting any younger. This past year of fears and COVID and health issues and travel bans has made me want to spend whatever time I can talking with them--even though I may not be able to be within arm's reach. Even if I cannot get the kids to pay attention to their grandparents like I want them to (Lord knows I did not pay enough attention to mine when I was their age...)
Here am I with my mom and my dad. If yours are far away or no longer here with us, here is a virtual hug from me--I know these holidays are hard. Maybe we took the time together for granted. I do know that most all moms and dads know that their children love them. just like they love their children--even if it is not always said enough.