Mother’s Day is a funny thing. If you’re a mom, it’s about you–but it’s also about everyone who makes you you. It’s about your mom, your grandmothers, your sisters and sisters-in-law, your mother-in-law and her mother and her mother-in-law, your husband and your kids, your friends and their husbands and their kids. I could go on.
I feel, sometimes, the invisible web of relationship and heritage and legacy is so thick and tightly woven and astonishingly beautiful that when you try to single out one thread to raise it and celebrate it, you unavoidably must raise all the attached threads along with it. I think it should be that way.
As a mom myself, I have spent the past few days thinking (even more than usual) about these people who have brought me to this stage in my life. In case the first paragraph wasn’t entirely clear, that means I have been thinking about everybody.
With three people in particular:
Because I owe them an awful lot for their contribution.
Happy Mother’s Day to you and to me, and to your mom and her mom and so on and so forth–Happy Everyone Day to Everyone and for Everyone.
🙂
Amen and well said.