Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy
At least that's what the proverb says and with it being both Mothers Day and a Sunday (when all manner of clergy are walking the earth) I couldn't resist. After all, I am my mother's son, as well as the husband of my son's mother (and of my daughter's mother as well, but I was on a roll and wanted to balance the sentence).
I read someplace "The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother issomething absolutely new." And the image that came with that quote is a beautiful bonus, like one of those 'it came with the frame' pictures we all have in our homes.
Families look to the mom the way the fingers on the hand look to the thumb (said the middle finger of our family, me) so I hope wherever you are today you can reconnect with your family, however you see them, and celebrate both mothers and Mothers Day. I have one, my Mom, in Florida, or at least I think she is (the last time I looked that's where she was) and one, my wife's Mom, in Offenbach, Germany.
Each of their husbands passed away years ago after being married to them for what seemed like forever leaving them alone but never lonely and even from the long distances we are from them, I can feel their attention, their concern and their love in every waking moment. I see in their eyes what I see in my wife's eyes when she speaks of our children and know that all mothers' hearts are the same, not just on this day but on all days, everyday. Happy Mothers Day.