Mothers' Day

Mother's Day.....Mothers' Day....any way you slice it, it's a tough day to face once you've lost your mother, and/or all the people who have been like a mother to you.  Or it is for me, anyway. 
It just doesn't seem like it's a day for me.  It was a day for her - for them.  I loved sending them cards, little gifts, to show my love for them.
But now it's for me.  And it makes me sad. 
I want them back.
Nevertheless, my hubby and my kids do things that make me smile, even through the occasional tears, and I have to wonder....did my mom, my aunts, my grandmothers feel the same way?  I never noticed.  But they, too, had lost their mothers...and I'm sure they felt the loss on Mother's Day as well.  I just wasn't noticing.
This year Hubby gave me roses...on the hoof...so to speak...a rose bush that should continue to bring beauty into my life for a long time to come....just as he does.  His love is all encompassing...never ending...and it is my strength.

 

 

 Our oldest son and his wife invited us to dinner - he cooked a New Orleans style trout dinner and they gave me beautiful tulips.  I found I actually like trout very much when it's made his way and there are not a million tiny bones lurking.  We had a wonderful visit with them.

 

 

 Earlier in the day our youngest son and his two children came to bring me this cheery geranium and lots of hugs and kisses.  How can you be blue with that kind of attention?

And in the mailbox the day before, I found a package from our middle son, his wife and daughter.  It held a pair of pjs that gave every indication they (or she, maybe!) pay attention...I'm really particular about my pjs and these are exactly right.
So maybe my Mothers are gone on, and maybe they have left a crater sized hole in my heart, but I have very special folks still here who have their own places in my heart, and who show their love in very real ways.
I'm a pretty lucky orphan!  And blessed beyond measure.