Rock-A-Bye Reality

As I listened to the local news this morning, I accepted Happy Mother’s Day wishes from the two anchor people, the weather and sports guys – and the commentator who provided the lead-in for the national news.   My preference of course would have been if they had been a bit more personal, for any mom could have thought that such good wishes were intended for her.  Oh….they were?  My bad.

Every mom/child relationship is simultaneously unique and similar.  Certainly the two people engaged in this impossible-to-adequately-describe love match are different from anyone else.  Two children can grow up living in the same household with the same parents and have markedly distinct experiences and memories of their  years at home.  My sister and I are thisclose and she is arguably one of the most talented, intelligent and remarkable people I know.  Our recollections of certain moments in time are so different, you would question our relationship to each other.  There is one constant though, which neither of us can deny –  I’m sure today she misses our mom as much as I do.

Because everyone needs a kiss on the ‘kepi’.  Everyone occasionally needs someone to look into their eyes and just know that something isn’t right – predictively.  Everyone needs a love that defies explanation because it is such a life force in and of itself,  and courses through the blood as a secret, sacred ingredient that is essential to your heart’s health and your soul’s well-being.  And for every mom that aches to hold her children today and can’t for whatever reason, every mom who misses her own mom today, every mom who may feel forgotten by kids wandering through a rebellious forest for awhile…Happy Mother’s Day.   This may be a manufactured holiday, but love exists whether or not it’s being marketed.  Know how loved you are today too.