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When I am out and I see posters at the post office reminding us when Mother’s Day is, I typically think of my mother. I have never really thought of myself as ‘mother’ as Chance had a little phase when he called me mother or mom, but went back to ‘mommy,’ which, for some reason, I resonate with even more.
When I think about what it took to bring me to a true “Mommy’s Day,” I remember the nearly five years of infertility and drugs to rock my body to produce eggs that might have a chance to turn into a baby. I think of the countless shots and blood tests I went through. I think of sitting in my bosses office sobbing during a hormone-induced meltdown and confiding that I was full of hormones trying to get pregnant. I felt so out of control of my body. I felt embarrassed, too.
I also remember when I gave up on the whole thing. I just thought, “If my body doesn’t want to get pregnant right now, there must be a reason.” I let it go, and a year and a half later I woke up one morning knowing that I would divorce my husband. I believe our souls are wise and they direct the body, too.
Four years later, I met Mark on December 17, 1999. Just over a year later, we welcomed Chance into the world.
Both Mark and I were told the ‘odds’ of having a baby were slim to none, but there we were having our miracle baby – easily and effortlessly.
That baby is now 10 years old, and he has been running around whispering, giggling and planning for “Mother’s Day.”
How sweet life is!
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers, Moms, Mommies out there!
I remember when I was in my 20s, I wanted perfume, I wanted jewelry, I pretty much wanted anything that was ‘so-called’ lasting. READ (materialistic!). Today, I love flowers, and the sweetness that the thought brings.
Think about the attention and care that goes into ordering flowers… What color will you choose? What flower is the person’s favorite? Do you have a flower story between you and the person? Flowers are alive with not only all that they are, but they are alive with a memory created from the person who gave them to you. Can I remember the perfume from 10 years ago? No. Can I remember the Mothers Day Flowers from two years ago where Chance (he was only six at the time and ‘picking the gift was a big deal) was giggling trying not to give away the ‘surprise’ as Mark ushered him in the back door – you betcha!
Mothers Day is a sweet day between moms and their family and such a sweet, sweet time to send flowers, which are bound to create a memory!
Oh, and, today, I don’t even want jewelry and perfume – those things I used to treasure so much… give me the flowers (and my guys), thank you!
