Mothers Day

Mothers Day dawned much too chilly (and it's supposed to frost tonight!), but it was bright and not raining. We went to our church's Mothers Day Family Breakfast which was lovely and well attended, and delicious. Our pastor's sermon was on Mothers Day - "Isn't Mother another name for God's love?"

On Mothers Day we all have something in common. Even those who are not mothers have had mothers.

Mothers Day can be bitter-sweet at times. There are good times and good memories of being honored or pampered as a mother. Then there are memories of a mother no longer here, and perhaps not appreciated as much as she should have been at times. I think those times were in the minority, but sometimes it's hard to remember. Every life has good times and bad and it's best to remember and honor more of the good and dwell less on the bad.

My Mothers Day was a good one, even though Gordon was on call. He got home fairly early in the afternoon, which was good. Barb called mid-afternoon and we had a lovely, if short, talk (Ella had other ideas about Mommie on the phone I guess). Kim called later in the evening (her afternoon) and we had a very enjoyable talk as well. My presents (not that Mothers Day is really about presents, but they frequently come) included a gift certificate to Buckwheats Florist & Garden Center from Barb, Dan & the girls and a set of 8 drinking glasses (sometimes called tumblers) from Gordon. It's been hard to find anything smaller than 18 oz or so, but he managed. We've broken so many glasses we really needed more to have matching ones.