The best things in life...
...are often the smallest.
"I miss you a lot, especialy when I remember that last tearful goodbye, and I look forward to a joy-packed reunion."
2 Timothy 1:4
The Message
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Mommies Day 2011
I had a rough Lia night last night, and I've been feeling a little down all day. I've been listening to the playlist on my iPhone with the songs that remind me of her and I just want to crawl into bed and snuggle with her kibbie.
I got off work and the whole world seemed to be crying with me. As the rain came down, so did my tears, and I could feel the sorrow of all the mommies like me across the miles. And I sat in a tearful silence as I thought of all my fellow mothers that are mourning this weekend and couldn't help but come here and let you all know that.
You must understand that I always have thought Mother's Day to be ridiculous. Like Valentine's Day or anniversaries or birthdays. All they seem to be good for is to have an excuse to buy your gal "somethin' perdy". Flowers die, jewelry is expensive, and half of the time I think the gifts are given only because of an obligation to the holiday. You show her you love her all the other days of the year, right?
But this year, my perspective has shifted.
It would be nice to be pampered and waited on and given pretty things - just to say thank you for being a beautiful mother. Because I am.
I AM A MOTHER.
I HAVE A DAUGHTER.
I HAVE A SON OR DAUGHTER IN MY BELLY NOW.
All those doubters that support abortion and such, know this: I became a mother weeks before I peed on that first little stick. My girl became my girl the instant she was concieved. I am and always will be, for the rest of my life, a mom - whether my children are in my arms or my Jesus' arms.
I write this in honor of all of my friends that are in this same boat. You know who you are. I write this in honor of all those moms out there I haven't met yet that are going to be thinking of their babies this weekend. Whether hours or days or weeks have passed; even if months and years have gone by... YOU ARE A MOM. And you will always miss them as I will always miss mine.
I write this to remind the world: Tell your mothers how much you love and appreciate them. Tell your wives that you are proud to have them as the mothers to your children. Tell your children that you are proud to be their mothers. Tell everyone that a life - no matter how small - is still a life, and is to be cherished without fail.
To all of you...
Happy Mother's Day
I got off work and the whole world seemed to be crying with me. As the rain came down, so did my tears, and I could feel the sorrow of all the mommies like me across the miles. And I sat in a tearful silence as I thought of all my fellow mothers that are mourning this weekend and couldn't help but come here and let you all know that.
You must understand that I always have thought Mother's Day to be ridiculous. Like Valentine's Day or anniversaries or birthdays. All they seem to be good for is to have an excuse to buy your gal "somethin' perdy". Flowers die, jewelry is expensive, and half of the time I think the gifts are given only because of an obligation to the holiday. You show her you love her all the other days of the year, right?
But this year, my perspective has shifted.
It would be nice to be pampered and waited on and given pretty things - just to say thank you for being a beautiful mother. Because I am.
I AM A MOTHER.
I HAVE A DAUGHTER.
I HAVE A SON OR DAUGHTER IN MY BELLY NOW.
All those doubters that support abortion and such, know this: I became a mother weeks before I peed on that first little stick. My girl became my girl the instant she was concieved. I am and always will be, for the rest of my life, a mom - whether my children are in my arms or my Jesus' arms.
I write this in honor of all of my friends that are in this same boat. You know who you are. I write this in honor of all those moms out there I haven't met yet that are going to be thinking of their babies this weekend. Whether hours or days or weeks have passed; even if months and years have gone by... YOU ARE A MOM. And you will always miss them as I will always miss mine.
I write this to remind the world: Tell your mothers how much you love and appreciate them. Tell your wives that you are proud to have them as the mothers to your children. Tell your children that you are proud to be their mothers. Tell everyone that a life - no matter how small - is still a life, and is to be cherished without fail.
To all of you...
Happy Mother's Day
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