Mothers

At the age of 48, on my second marriage, I have two children of my own, two bonus children (I am working through the rhetoric of "step" children—this word feels unwanted), and two grandchildren.  These things describe me and allow me to respect and give recognition of the highest regard for my mother for the endless support and sacrifices she has made for me, my three siblings, and many others. She has been instrumental in my personal fervent growth and continuous learning curves of acceptance, humbleness, and healing.  My mother's name is Leanna. PIctured and highlighted above, although a spit-fire, a wit, and soul of a 27-year-old, she is 71.  Her compassion is endless, like a spring, but her strength in setting boundaries is like a mountain protecting its valleys. 

Her name, Leanna, means graceful meadow and bright light. A graceful meadow is where one should feel free to be themselves; where we see a bright light, there is guidance.  Indeed, this describes my mother, Leanna. 

Mothers are imperfectly perfect persons.

To the mothers who have:

• Lost themselves - Continue looking toward the light; it is there.  You must find your light.
• Been demoralized - Reflect and find the truths in what some may say, make your apologies, take ownership, and move on. Your children need you!
• Share your children - How cool is that!  More insight and love. 
• Been abused - I am so sorry and send you love, and at the end of the day, I hope you find the tools to survive without becoming more hardened. 
• Mental Illness - Get help. (everyone has slight mental incapabilities).

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!