Mother’s Day is obviously the day that we give thanks – and much deserved honor – to ALL of the Mother’s in our lives. Maybe you, like me, have several:
The mom that gave you life. The one that carried you (I “cooked you” I used to tell my littles.) Thank you, Mom. For, well, everything.
And then those who chose to step in, step up and be a Mom to someone else’s babies.** Call them Step Moms or “Bonus Moms” – I’m lucky enough to have one, and to be one.
Thank you, Theresa, for loving us like your own.
Thank you Patrick, Payton & Kiernan for allowing me to love your dad and all three of you right into the mix of this crazy family.
**Adoptive Moms** you get the shout out here, too!
Like a Mom – So many women along the way have taught me things, stepped in, loved me like a daughter. Thank you, Katie for hanging on tight way back when, when I started slipping away…
Grand Mothers, Mothers-in-Law, Aunts & God Mothers – Aunt Mick, you are second-to-none.
Role Model Mothers – Aunt Jay, I want to be the grandmother and mother that you are. An icon, as far as I’m concerned.
Fathers, Who Step in and Mother – Is there a Hallmark card for those guys?
Of course I’ve also come across some “Real Mothers” *&^(% We’ll just leave that right there.
And last, but most certainly not least, I get emotional, and overcome with love, hope, pride, fear, well, “all the feels” when I think of the ones who made me a Mom. Michael Philip and Rion Elizabeth this is for you.
Every other Mom out there knows the story: Let them fly! But don’t forget, you also have to let them fall. And then the internal struggle ensues – Just how much falling can we/should we stand back and watch? How much helping and stepping in is actually hurting them?
There is absolutely one thing, I cannot ever let them forget. So much so that last year -before my oldest moved across the country – my son, my daughter and I each got our own version of this message permanently inked on our bodies:
YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.
(this is Jasmine’s tattoo – her name is really Rion, but she asked that I refer to her as Jasmine in the blog going forward. Please don’t tell her I “outed her”.)
At 50, and never imagining I’d ever get a tattoo, this message was one that I knew I could live with permanently imprinted on my person. My children, as long as I am here – and hopefully after I am gone, you need to know that no matter how dark, how hard, how lonely you will surely feel at times in this life, you are never alone. There is always someone who cares, someone who loves you, and someone who is missing you in this very moment.
The idea for our tattoos came from the one musical artist the three of us have always shared a love of. Jason Mraz, thank you for “93 Million Miles”. It’s a beautiful song, with beautiful lyrics that sum up my aforementioned sentiments.
…Oh my beautiful mother
She told me, “Son in life you’re gonna go far,
If you do it right you’ll love where you are.
Just know, Wherever you go,
You can always come home.”
Oh my irrefutable father,
He told me, “Son sometimes it may seem dark,
But the absence of the light is a necessary part.
Just know, You’re never alone,
You can always come back home.”
Every road is a slippery slope
There is always a hand that you can hold on to.
Looking deeper through the telescope
You can see that your home’s inside of you.
Just know, that wherever you go,
No, you’re never alone,
You will always get back home.
Listen to the song here: 93 Million Miles
Now, let’s go get those flowers planted!
(That’s MY Mother’s Day tradition – and let me tell you, the kids all LOVE IT!)
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, EVERYONE!