For the last 4.9 years I have traditionally shared my Mother's Day with my friends here on E2. Since I started doing this I've learned that it focuses me on the best parts of how my family loves me and makes for warm and wonderful memories, because when people ask me how was my Mother's Day, there they are ready to be remembered and spoken out loud. Today I woke up to a dozen lilac roses from my son and a card that reads:
    From your son, Mom
      Mother’s Day--
      is about feelings
      that really
      It’s about
      for things
      that were done
      and thankfulness
      for lessons that were taught.
      Mother’s Day—it’s all about love.

      Thanks Mom,
      for doing all you could
      to make a good life for me.
      Thanks for encouraging me
      to do my best
      and try my hardest,
      for making sure I know
      how much you loved me,
      for being someone
      I’ll always look up to.
      And especially, Mom,
      Thanks for being someone
      I’ll always love, Happy Mother’s Day

I hope that you have a wonderful Mothers Day this year, I wish I could spend it with you but Outback is evil. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart & I always will.
Number One Son

(Mothers-- teach your sons how to give a girl flowers. That means going to the florist and showing him the flowers. Explain to him what each flower means so he will know what he's telling her. Tell him that other girls will see this and adore him for it.)

Here is the card from my hubby

    A Keepsake Bookmark
    My Wife
    With Love
    On Mother’s Day

    One of the
    sweetest parts
    of love
    the remembrance
    of things

    Mother’s Day
    brings back
    happy memories
    of our family’s years together--
    and even though
    our life hasn’t always
    been easy,
    I’m glad for all
    that we’ve shared,
    and for the very special love
    between us.

    Happy Mother’s Day

    All my love!!!

(Mothers-- tell the fathers of your children what you would like most for Mother’s Day. They just are not powerful enough to read our minds. Tell him where he can go to buy it and how you would use it to make your life more joyful. Tell him that other couples will see him doing this and admire him for it.)
Here is the card I got from Number Two Son
    you drove me
    to practice
    and school.

    You drove me
    to friends houses.
    You drove me
    to the mall…

    And I drove you crazy!
    (Does that make us even?)

    Happy Mother’s Day
    and thanks for everything!

    Thank you for all the many things that you do for me. I love you so much that it is impossible for a card to say.

    Number Two Son.

ahahaha! It’s been two years since we began driving lessons. It’s been a slow process and his reluctance is understandable with heavy traffic, roads that are not built to meet the needs of the great number of cars on the road that leads to road rage, drive by shootings and people on the phone! So patience has been the key.

Woo hoo! They bought me an Olympus Stylus 300 Digital camera with 128 MB of memory. It can upload images into the PC, display them on the TV and make videos.

Mother’s Day is bittersweet because I am estranged from my mother for reasons I will not go into other that to tell you that several say it was lucky to have escaped. It is enough to explain that anger; fear and guilt are a part of my emotions. And that’s okay.

My best friend lost her mother three years ago and last year was very rough on her. She ran away and drove around for quite some time. Her family was deeply worried. She finally ended up at her mother’s gravesite sobbing bitterly. She wanted to be with her mother so much she said she felt like digging up her grave. Then a man, a stranger, came by and gave her a flower without a word. It was like it was from her mom. She showed up at my door with the flower in hand and after she called her family to let them know she was okay, we talked for a while.

I didn’t tell her how jealous I was.

Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.
-James 4:8 (NRSV)