Posted in Special Thoughts of Mine

Mother's Day--one of the sweetest, most loving days of the year!  I remember when I was young, how much fun it was to pick out something special to give to my precious Mama.  Most often it was flowers I'd pick myself (sometimes from her own flower beds, sometimes from a field of wildflowers near our home), but I remember one year in particular that I got her something else. 

My big sister took me shopping.  I don't remember the name of the store now, although she might, but just the fact that she took me was one of the reasons it was so special to me.  We searched and searched and finally found what I wanted to get our Mama--a big, beautiful cookie jar!  It was brown, and looked like wood (although it was ceramic and very heavy), and had flowers on it interwoven in through the "wood" slats.  Mama was very happy with her new cookie jar, and I was so thrilled with that because I was the one who picked it out! 

I was blessed in many ways, and still am.  I was fortunate to have 2 Mothers--my birth mother and my adopted mother.  My adopted mother (who was biologically my maternal grandmother, which made her even more special to me) raised me up, taught me the Word, instilled in me the values and principles that I continue to live my life by today, and showered me with her loving kindness.  I never for a moment doubted that I was one of the most loved and cherished little girls ever made by the hand of God!  My birth mother and I became much closer after I was an adult, and she continued to teach me in the same ways my Mama did.  Long talks over tea, wisdom pouring out of her on many subjects, and over it all, the assurance that I was very loved and cherished. 

Both of my Mothers have left this earth now, however, they are both very much alive today in my heart.  Their combined wisdom has been poured into me, just as anointing oil is poured out into another vessel to be used.  Their love is still growing in my heart, and reminds me that I am indeed very special and very cherished. 

They taught me well, these Mothers of mine.  And their teaching is now being taught once again, this time to my grandchildren.  As I look at them, I remember special times with my own Mothers, and continue to carry on special family traditions that are positive and loving.  As I sit and brush my granddaughter's hair, I'm reminded of my Mama sitting and brushing my hair, and then rolling it on brown rubber perm rods on Saturday night so it would be lovely for Sunday morning church services.  As I teach my grandson to cook, I'm reminded of my Mother teaching me how to make her "special" spaghetti sauce, enjoyed by so many in our family.  Yes, the traditions, the teachings, the wisdom, and the love are continuing on to another generation, such as it should be.

The brown cookie jar?  It now sits proudly in my kitchen, and is occasionally filled with the wonderful cookies that come out of my oven.  It, too, continues on for another generation.

May all of the Mothers (biological, adopted, and foster), Grandmothers, Aunts, and Sisters enjoy a most wonderful Mother's Day today!  

Hugs,

Cynthia Robin