On Saturday, my friend Gigi hosted a Mother’s Day luncheon for her church. She invited several of us to speak on different aspects of motherhood. I spoke on infertility and late-in-life motherhood. Others spoke on looking forward to motherhood, adoptive motherhood, step-motherhood, grand-motherhood, military motherhood and another gal spoke on what it’s like being a mother to a special needs child.
One lady lost her son in a tragically freak car accident when he was 32 and spoke about what a joy he was to her for the time she had him. Each story was inspiring and sharpened my perspective and deepened my appreciation for how similar and yet how different everyone’s experience at this mothering gig can be.
The picture has nothing really to do with Mother’s Day other than to record that Sean spent the entire weekend running around Gigi’s farm playing with her grandchildren, covered in dirt and totally unaware that he had a mother.
As we drove home, Sean handed me a Wal-Mart bag from the back seat and wished me a happy Mother’s Day. Inside was a card and a candle. I suspect at some point I will own the largest collection of Wal-Mart candles in the state of Texas. I just pray that my collection will grow beyond 32.