Do I hear an amen it should be a week?!
Ok, thanks. I think so too. Let’s get the week off to a good start.
Mother’s Day comes every May – at such a pivotal, fresh and quite literally flowery time of the year. According to history:
The history of Mother’s Day is centuries old and the earliest Mother’s Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. During the 1600′s, the early Christians in England celebrated a day to honor Mary, the mother of Christ. By a religious order the holiday was later expanded in its scope to include all mothers, and named as the Mothering Sunday. During this time many of the England’s poor worked as servants for the wealthy. As most jobs were located far from their homes, the servants would live at the houses of their employers. On Mothering Sunday, the servants would have the day off and were encouraged to return home and spend the day with their mothers. A special cake, called the mothering cake, was often brought along to provide a festive touch. (according to Holidayspot.com)
This makes me smile. A day that is set aside for family to be together. With the Queen Bee being treated like, you know, the Queen Bee. This week is emotional and special for all mothers, as it should be. Beyond just the obvious joys of being with your mother, being a mother or just celebrating spring, this holiday sticks out in my memory bank as a time for major milestones in my life. For the last three years around here, it seems major turning points have popped up alongside the tulips for me.
In fact, Mother’s Day of 2009 was when I started to blog. To write. To get out what I didn’t want to keep in. It was a hard time for me and Mother’s Day felt like a taunting bully on the playground. Read here to see what I mean — Mothers Day 2009 – My first blog post. These words were never intended to be read, but eventually I shared – mostly because other bloggers/writers in my same shoes had helped me and I felt I should do the same.
Mother’s Day 2010. The PLOT REALLY THICKENS. Here is an excerpt from my personal hand-written journal telling the story of how I felt this Mother’s Day. Of course, these words were written by a girl that had NO idea three little blessings were coming. So interesting to re-visit innocence in your own voice:
May 13 2010
The news – week 4. I knew something was in store …when Scott and I saw that rainbow 2 weeks ago – the one made just for us…(at the doctors getting my blood draw) … As she inserts the needle, Scott shows me his phone without saying a word. It’s 11:11 – our lucky number – in stereo…The phone rings with the caller id “Jarrett Fertility” and my heart literally beats out of my chest. The conversation that follows is blurry. All I remember is Lori saying, I’m SO pleased to be calling you with good news!” We are pregnant and we are blessed. This baby is a miracle and meant to be at this exact time. I thank God and I cry. I laugh. I feel and act weird out of pure joy and shock…I am sitting outside when Scott comes home…he was confused and nervous…the moment we hugged, it felt like we both forgot any struggle we ever had and it seemed like we were 2 young kids that just found out they were pregnant. It’s our secret for now and I am so happy, thankful and at peace. The day ends with an awesome and dramatic lightning storm. This baby has brought the energy of lightning to our world…
If only I knew what would be in store for those pregnant teenagers. There was actually a lightning storm tonight, May 7th 2012. Those kids of ours, the three of them, are still rocking our world and bringing the lightning. Thank God.
I invite you to journey through your story of motherhood this week with us. It should be a fun week around here. Expect a post a day on the miracle and mystery of motherhood. Let’s celebrate, take a break from our servantry and have some mothering cake.
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