Sacred Title..

I have been thinking about times when people use the title of Mother. We have Mother Earth, Mother Nature, Mother Country and so many others. I am bothered by the use of Mother in these settings. The earth is not my Mother. It is a home prepared for use by our heavenly parents and I am grateful. But it does not deserve the sacred title of Mother.

On this Mother's Day I choose to honor what a Mother truly is. The Mothers in my life have given me more than I can possibly explain. But the most important thing is true love. When I think of myself as a child, I see a boy very unsure of his own worth. A boy who wondered if this world held a place for him. And, through all those feelings of uncertainty I always knew that there were those who loved me. I think of my home, the home of my grandparents. These were places of comfort and peace for me. Places where I was always welcomed and accepted.

Now as as man I have my home where the Mother of our family makes me feel that same way. I know that she is always there for me, that she loves me and loves our children. I know that she will always stand up for me. She will help me to be better than I am.

Thank you to all women who look after all of us who truly never stop needing a little Mothering.

May already?

I can't believe that is it May. This past week Jordan reached his 1 year mark on his mission. It has really gone by fast. His serving has been an amazing blessing to our family. We love sharing the experience with him. It is only a week more till we get to talk to him on the phone again. That will really make Mother's Day special.

We are back to the "getting the yard in shape" time of the year. I have to admit that I am not a big fan of yard work, but do enjoy the results when things are looking good. The problem for me is that I have neighbors that for some sick and twisted reason do love yard work. It tends to increase the pressure on a slacker like me. I am sitting here this morning watching it rain and wishing that I could get out there and do some weeding at least. Maybe it is a sign of growing up when you are wishing you could do something that you really don't like. I guess that when you are about to turn 49, it is time to show some sign of growing up. Don't expect too much of that though.

I am sure that this month will fly by. We have Mother's day, Jane's bunco group at our house, Kenny's wedding and Analey's homecoming. And of course my last birthday before I become officially old. (When Jordan was little he always said "you aren't old until you are 50".) So, one last year before I am official.