Sunday, May 14, 2017
Tonight's picture was taken around Mother's Day of 2009. Our last Mother's Day together. Mattie worked hard on making me this clay vase with tissue paper flowers for my day. I love this vase and its flowers, both of which remain in our living room.
Quote of the day: Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness. ~ Shannon L. Alder
I always post this letter from Erma Bombeck each Mother's Day. Thank you Denise for giving it to me------------------------------------------------
Mothers Who Have Lost a Child - May 14, 1995 by Erma Bombeck
If you're looking for an answer this Mother's day on why God reclaimed your child, I don't know. I only know that thousands of mothers out there today desperately need an answer as to why they were permitted to go through the elation of carrying a child and then lose it to miscarriage, accident, violence, disease or drugs.
Motherhood isn't just a series of contractions, it's a state of mind. From the moment we know life is inside us, we feel a responsibility to protect and defend that human being. It's a promise we can't keep. We beat ourselves to death over that pledge. "If I hadn't worked through the eighth month." "If I had taken him to the doctor when he had a fever." "If I hadn't let him use the car that night." "If I hadn't been so naive. I'd have noticed he was on drugs."
The longer I live, the more convinced I become that surviving changes us. After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt, and the despair are tempered by time, we look at life differently.
While I was writing my book, I want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise, I talked with mothers who had lost a child to cancer. Every single one said death gave their lives new meaning and purpose. And who do you think prepared them for the rough, lonely road they had to travel? Their dying child. They pointed their mothers toward the future and told them to keep going. The children had already accepted what their mothers were fighting to reflect.
The children in the bombed-out nursery in Oklahoma City have touched more lives than they will ever know. Workers who had probably given their kids a mechanical pat on the head without thinking that morning are making calls home during the day to their children to say, "I love you."
This may seem like a strange Mother's Day column on a day when joy and life abound for the millions of mothers throughout the country. But it's also a day of appreciation and respect. I can think of no mothers who deserve it more than those who had to give a child back.
In the face of adversity, we are not permitted to ask, "why me?" You can ask, but you won't get an answer. Maybe you are the instrument who is left behind to perpetuate the life that was lost and appreciate the time you had with it.
The late Gilda Radner summed it up well: "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."
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Peter surprised me with this beautiful fleece blanket. Notice the crescent moon filled with photos. In honor of my Mattie Moon. Mattie always called me Una Moon, which is why Peter included it in the saying.
This was a flower given to me from Peter and in essence Mattie. I see Mattie in all butterflies!
Beautiful flowers from Peter!
Yesterday we went to drop off the last of our raffle baskets to our Raffle Chair, Carolyn. Carolyn surprised me with these beautiful flowers and a box of chocolate.
This morning, my friend Tina dropped off a rose and a box of amazing cookies. She does this EVERY YEAR!
This was what was in the box! Clearly I did not have Mattie with me, which would have been the ultimate Mother's Day gift, but I am very grateful that my friends don't forget and go out of their way to remember me.
Tonight's picture was taken around Mother's Day of 2009. Our last Mother's Day together. Mattie worked hard on making me this clay vase with tissue paper flowers for my day. I love this vase and its flowers, both of which remain in our living room.
Quote of the day: Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness. ~ Shannon L. Alder
I always post this letter from Erma Bombeck each Mother's Day. Thank you Denise for giving it to me------------------------------------------------
Mothers Who Have Lost a Child - May 14, 1995 by Erma Bombeck
If you're looking for an answer this Mother's day on why God reclaimed your child, I don't know. I only know that thousands of mothers out there today desperately need an answer as to why they were permitted to go through the elation of carrying a child and then lose it to miscarriage, accident, violence, disease or drugs.
Motherhood isn't just a series of contractions, it's a state of mind. From the moment we know life is inside us, we feel a responsibility to protect and defend that human being. It's a promise we can't keep. We beat ourselves to death over that pledge. "If I hadn't worked through the eighth month." "If I had taken him to the doctor when he had a fever." "If I hadn't let him use the car that night." "If I hadn't been so naive. I'd have noticed he was on drugs."
The longer I live, the more convinced I become that surviving changes us. After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt, and the despair are tempered by time, we look at life differently.
While I was writing my book, I want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise, I talked with mothers who had lost a child to cancer. Every single one said death gave their lives new meaning and purpose. And who do you think prepared them for the rough, lonely road they had to travel? Their dying child. They pointed their mothers toward the future and told them to keep going. The children had already accepted what their mothers were fighting to reflect.
The children in the bombed-out nursery in Oklahoma City have touched more lives than they will ever know. Workers who had probably given their kids a mechanical pat on the head without thinking that morning are making calls home during the day to their children to say, "I love you."
This may seem like a strange Mother's Day column on a day when joy and life abound for the millions of mothers throughout the country. But it's also a day of appreciation and respect. I can think of no mothers who deserve it more than those who had to give a child back.
In the face of adversity, we are not permitted to ask, "why me?" You can ask, but you won't get an answer. Maybe you are the instrument who is left behind to perpetuate the life that was lost and appreciate the time you had with it.
The late Gilda Radner summed it up well: "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."
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Peter surprised me with this beautiful fleece blanket. Notice the crescent moon filled with photos. In honor of my Mattie Moon. Mattie always called me Una Moon, which is why Peter included it in the saying.
This was a flower given to me from Peter and in essence Mattie. I see Mattie in all butterflies!
Beautiful flowers from Peter!
Yesterday we went to drop off the last of our raffle baskets to our Raffle Chair, Carolyn. Carolyn surprised me with these beautiful flowers and a box of chocolate.
This morning, my friend Tina dropped off a rose and a box of amazing cookies. She does this EVERY YEAR!
This was what was in the box! Clearly I did not have Mattie with me, which would have been the ultimate Mother's Day gift, but I am very grateful that my friends don't forget and go out of their way to remember me.
1 comment:
Vicki,
This is a post, I would like to have printed then hang on my refrigerator. Better yet, frame it and hang it on the wall in my family room. This is the room, where I sit and contemplate the unfairness of life that runs rampantly through some people's lives. Erma BOMBECK & Gilda Radner were comedians who wrote or said more serious meaningful things than many of their non comedian friends.
One had children, the other did not but they both recognized that ambiguity in life was part of everyone's life
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