When I was a little girl everybody at church always wore a rose on Mother's Day. A red rose meant your mother was living and a white rose showed she had passed away. I remember going outside with Mama to pick a little red rose off the bush. Mama would carefully pin the pretty red rose to my Sunday dress with a straight pin. I was always glad that my rose was red.
This week our roses on the fence are in full bloom just in time for Mother's Day. I'm fortunate to still have my sweet Mama alive and well. She visited us for a couple of months in the late winter and Chuck and I really enjoyed having her smiling face with us.
I'm thankful for the things my mom taught me as a child. It was plain everyday living with a lot of laughing together and hugs. Chocolate pudding and pie was a yummy thread in life's fabric, that gave us a reason to sit and talk with each other. And I learned without being conscious of it, that life had a pattern to it. That being kind and being yourself...and having fun and loving God were all part of the same thing...just the way life was lived.
I'm also thankful that Mama and I still have such a good time when we're together today. And I notice the little ways she finds to be kind and loving to each person who crosses her path. Of course, she still has a little chocolate in the afternoon to sweeten the journey!! Love you, Mama! Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day everyone!
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