Early Mother's Day

Because of chaotic family commitments over the next few weeks, my family is gathering today for an early Mother's Day celebration -- a quiet dinner at my sister's house. So to help get me in the party mood, I'd like to share a few thoughts on Mama and her day, which, by the way, should come around more than once per year, don't you think? Perhaps once per month should be adopted.

I came across the following quote this morning, and it made me think of my mother:
I will make love my greatest weapon and none on who I call can defend against its force....My love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest day.- Og Mandino

My mother is a tough woman who lived through harsh times. Although she doesn’t admit it, life dealt her meager hand -- deaf, little education, married to an alcoholic -- she raised four kids by the force of her love. Yes, she is tough.

In my more than half century of living I have never once questioned her love and steadfast commitment to making me a better person by the shear force of her love. That mother/child bond is such a powerful force that sweeps so deeply that my eyes are tearing as I type.

Yet, I must admit that I’d forgotten the family plans today. I had a full day of work planned, and when my husband came into my office to remind me we were leaving at noon, I momentarily became miffed that family commitments were once again interrupting my writing schedule. It is times like this when I realize that I've become a workaholic and should seek help... Left brain asks: Is it really a bad thing to indulge in what you love doing, as long as it's not destructive? Right brain responds: Yes, when others are hurt from your neglect.

The angry feelings only lasted a minute and now I'm looking forward to a long drive and yummy dinner with the family, many of whom I haven't seen in several months. The writing will easily wait another day.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama.