Sunday, May 11, 2008

A perfect Mother's Day, Rain or Shine

Today in Bloomington, it is cold, grey and rainy. I was woken early this morning by a few rumbles of thunder. The short distance from the car to the church seemed like an eternity as we struggled through the gusts of chilled winds and horizontal rain. I thought to myself, "this isn't the weather that should accompany Mother's Day!" On Mother's Day, the sun is warm and soothing, beautiful spring flowers are all abloom and birds serenade you with their sweet songs. The world around you seems a bit more cheery in celebration of this special day. I've convinced myself that every Mother's Day of my past has been this perfect, but in reality I can remember several when the days were just like the one today here in Indiana. In fact, I can remember a few Mother's Days when it snowed in NY!

Despite the poor weather, I can still find light and beauty around me as I reflect upon the tender experiences I've had with mom. Just like that perfect Mother's Day, mom makes me feel warm, secure and at peace. Even at almost 25 years old, I still rely on her to give me guidance and reassurance as I try to make my way through the challenges of being an adult. How lucky I am to have grown up in a home full of love and acceptance. I've been so impressed watching Amber raise grace into such a sweet and intelligent little girl. I'm sure Amber would agree that the example that our mother has set has helped her become a wonderful parent. I think as more little ones join our family, we will all realize how important mom has been in shaping us into the capable and loving family that we are today.

I hope that we all can take a moment today to tell mom how much we love her. To thank her for all of the sacrifices she has made and still makes for her family. I'm not sure what the weather is like in NY today, but I'm sure its a bit brighter there because of mom. Happy Mother's Day mom!

Love,
Lauren

2 comments:

Mom said...

Thanks Lauren. Today as I heard the Primary kids sing to their mothers,tears grew in my eyes remembering you kids singing to me in days long gone. Even though you are all grown you will always be my cubs and I will always be your Mama Bear. And no smart person comes between a mama bear and her cubs. Even if she's old.

spamber said...

great blog, Warren!