Recently I was asked to write about a favorite Mother’s Day memory for a local newspaper. This caused me to stop and think for a bit because typically I enjoy honoring others on this special day and have never really spent much time focused on myself. Don’t get me wrong, there have been many a Mother’s Day where I have taken FULL advantage of it being MY day…no cooking, no cleaning….sleeping in uninterrupted. However, that is not what I described for this local paper. Instead, I wrote about a special moment, and one I will cherish forever.
I have always enjoyed doing something nice for mothers who have had a positive influence on me, most especially my own wonderful mother. Several years ago, our daughter, who was six at the time had spent most of Mother’s Day helping me prepare for a Mother’s Day dinner we were hosting at our home for that purpose. She informed me in her sweet six year old voice, that she would be taking a break from the cooking and cleaning to work on another project for a bit. She returned a little later, and insisted I be blindfolded while she held my hand and led me outside into the back yard. As she sat me down in the middle of the grass and removed my blindfold, I noticed she had a basket full of various colored flower petals in her hands. It was a very large basket and it was obvious she had ventured into other yards for this bountiful acquisition. When I questioned where she had found so many beautiful flowers, she just shot me a quiet smile knowing our neighbors might turn a blind eye at this minor infraction. Then, she politely silenced me and proceeded to walk around in a circle, showering me with these flower petals and singing from the song, Your Love is Amazing, by Phillips, Craig & Dean. “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Your Love Makes Me Sing,” she sang over and over again until she ran out of flowers, when at just that moment our son bounded from around the corner with a fresh supply for her basket. I hugged them both with tears in my eyes, a joyful heart and a treasured Mother’s Day memory.
Just curious….what is your favorite Mother’s Day memory?