Yesterday was Mother’s Day and we had a low key celebration at home with my little loves and my mom. Earlier last week, she gave us the scare of our lives. She was gardening in the back with Emerson and tripped over an exposed pipe, landing on my concrete step with her head. I was getting groceries and when I got back, Adi rushed over to the car with a panicked look on his face, which immediately sent me into OMG mode. He then followed that with, “babe, everything is okay, don’t freak out but…” and then everything kind of went blurry. For the record, never say don’t freak out to me and expect me not to freak out. I’M FREAKING OUT before you could even get the sentence out. I ran straight to the kids and when I saw them playing in the living room, my body relaxed and I breathed a huge sigh of relief thinking maybe he was going to ask me to go back for tortilla chips. But then I saw my mom laying on the sofa with a pack of ice on her face and bruises all over. I’ll just say this: there was a lot of freaking out. The next few days were filled with visits to check for brain injuries and facial fractures and things I never thought I’d be facing with her. It was emotionally draining and so hard to see her that way. But it made this Mother’s Day SO much more special to me. I could list here a million reasons why I love her so much and the beauty that is her heart, but instead, I was so grateful she was with us. Alive. Healthy. Bruised but still smiling. The basic things I take for granted all the time.
I know this holiday is so difficult for so many. While it is a celebration for some, for others it’s a reminder of loss. Of an inability to bear children and maybe a reminder of pain. So this Mother’s Day, I spent a lot of time thinking and praying for those that experience sadness during this holiday. I hoped that through the pain, they would be thankful for the time they had or the people in their lives that played a motherly role. I hoped that they would experience joy and celebrate with the millions of incredible mothers that deserve to be celebrated and that they would focus on time spent rather than time lost.
I love nothing more than being a mother and I’ve learned so very much from mine. I can’t express in words what she means to me and how great and how wide and how deep my love for her is. To all of us women who are mothers, have motherly hearts, long to be a mother, have lost mothers, or know mothers that you respect, celebrate them. Cherish them. Appreciate them. Love them. On Mother’s Day and every day, because they are such wonderful, precious gifts. Proverbs 31 verse 10 states it best: “You are far more precious than jewels”.
Because she’s still bruised, I couldn’t take a photo with her yesterday, so instead, I went through my stash of old photographs that I used to stare at when I was younger, and took a picture of my favorites. My mama… she was and still is the most beautiful woman in the world. And yes, she is going to kill me when she sees I posted a picture of her in a bikini on my blog. But I MEAN, just look at her! Insert hot flame emoji hashtag here.
And here’s a few of me and the ones that call me mama. Adi snapped these of us on his phone yesterday before heading out for a Mother’s Day treat. I love these little souls SO much.