For me, Mother’s Day has always represented the importance of women in my life.
For 22 years of my life, I celebrated it with two women – my mom Alice and my grandma.
Then, when I was 22, I met my birthfamily and suddenly, I was celebrating Mother’s Day with my birthmother, Grammy (my great-grandmother), and my stepmom.
There were times when I also celebrated Mother’s Day with my Aunt Xondra and my sister Lisa.
And when my sons were born, suddenly there were Mother’s Day and GRANDMOTHER’S DAY cards and presents to buy.
I used to laugh at the checkout stand, holding a handful of Mother’s Day cards, wondering if the cashier thought I was nuts to be buying upwards of a dozen Mother’s Day cards.
Of course, Grammy has since passed away. And my 90 year old grandmother is now living in an assisted care home. I don’t see my birthmother as much as I should. And I probably take my own mother for granted most of the time.
The other day, my friend Barbara posted on Facebook how she got misty talking about Mother’s Day to the three year old she nannies.
You see Barbara’s own mother passed away a few years ago.
And then I realized HOW INCREDIBLE LUCKY I AM TO HAVE SO MANY WONDERFUL WOMEN FIGURES IN MY LIFE.
- My mom
- My grandma
- My birthmom
- My sister
- My cousin
- My aunt
- My sister-in-law
I may have gone a little overboard buying flowers and gifts for people.
I bought the rights to the family photos I took 2 weeks ago with my boys so best of all, I have my own family photos to share.
There’s a word for what I am. . .