Mother's Day brings back so many beautiful memories, one especially clear in my mind...running up the street on Mother's Day morning with my older sister to Mawmaw's house where we would pick some of her roses to wear to church that morning. We proudly pinned our roses on our dotted swiss dresses that Mama had made for us. Everyone wore a rose to church on Mother's Day...red if your mother was still living...white if your mother had passed away. I wonder if that is just a Southern tradition?
I haven't worn a rose to church on Mother's Day in years. I had almost forgotten that beautiful tradition, but my rose bushes, heavy with their beautiful, fragrant blooms made me think of it this year. I think I'll go out and choose the perfect one to wear to church today to honor my mama. I am so blessed that I can still wear a red rose. My heart goes out to all that have to choose a white rose this year.
This is a picture of Mama, me, and my sister, Elaine. I was just a few days old when this picture was made.
My mama has been, and still is at the age of 80, such a good role model for her girls. She gave so freely of her time and love. She sacrificed so much for us. She spent endless hours cooking our meals, sewing our clothes, waiting on us while we took piano lessons...the list goes on and on. I am so blessed to have a mama that loves me and has always been there for me.
I am also blessed to be a mother to three precious grown-up children. And to make this Mother's Day even more special our family has added a son-in-love since last Mother's Day. I won't get to go to church with Mama today, and all of my children won't get to be with me, but I won't be sad because our heart strings tie us together.
And, since it is Mother's Day, maybe my children will forgive me for posting this picture of us on Mother's Day 1992. I couldn't resist. Do you still love me kids?
L to R: Preston (age 9), me holding 2 month old Taylor, Heather (age 6)
I wish a Happy Mother's Day to every mother and every mother's child. Be Blessed!