What can I say about Mother’s Day 2011.

I guess I can say,” Thank you, Lord.”

Mother’s day for me is not a restful one. When I am asked, “What are you doing for mother’s day?” My answer is, “I have to cook.”

Yes, I cook. Most mother’s take a day off from cooking, not me. Restaurants do a lot of business on Mother’s day, it is their busiest day of the year.   We used to go out for dinner, long time ago, but it started to get to expensive as the family grew, and never mind the whirlwind of  chaos that we brought with  us.

On this  mother’s day, we spent the afternoon outside.  Drinks and appetizers out on the grass.  The kids had room to play and we all just enjoyed the cloudless day, and the sun sending its warmth on our wintered bodies.

I must confess, I am not the only cook of the day, my mother helps with the preparations, as well.

Let me say a few words about my mother and Liz’s mother.  They left their mother’s to migrate to America, in 1952.  My mother was 17 at the time.  She left her family and came to a new country with a baby that was only a few months old, that would be me.  Not a word of English did my mom speak.  What kind of strength does it take to  leave your family?  What kind of courage does it take?  They sailed  to a land that was alien to them, as they were alien to it.  I am sure their hearts panged for their mother everyday.  No mother to turn to for support, no mother to cry to when the world hurt you.  No relief from the crying children that had no grandmother, as well.  Now, 58 years later, they have created a new family, their own little  nest.  They made this land their land and look toward the future.

This is why I truly appreciate Mother’s Day.  I have my mother and my children have their grandmother.  This is a blessing that cannot go un-thanked.

Here are a few facts that I have learned as a mother:  they are a pillar of strength, they are the glue that keeps  families together, and they are bridges for peace between brothers and sisters.

God bless mothers.

Oh, one more thing, you know your mother may  not be the mother you would have chosen,  but remember no matter how hard we try in the end we end up just like our mother.  I am reminded of that from my children.

I have also come to a realization… God created woman last  because God knew that the rest of creation would need a solid rock for support…

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