(I really shouldn’t try to use technology early in the morning. I was working on a post I had started as a draft and wound up clicking post rather than preview. It wasn’t a bad post, but today is not its day.)
Today is Mother’s Day. No, I’m not fast-forwarding til May, but I am celebrating my mom’s birthday.
St. Therese of Lisieux wrote, “The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.” I wish St. Therese could’ve known my mother because she’d be doubly sure she was right.
I don’t have a succinct statement that covers all that my mom means to me and to our family. My brain doesn’t know how to cram a deep ocean of love and caring into a few sentences.
I get snatches of memories: towels warmed in the middle of the night to soothe earaches, thousands of meals and loads of laundry, laughter and important talks and shopping trips and lessons on the kind of woman I should be, delivered not through nagging or sermonizing but through the example of a life lived in love and service to God, to family, and to others.
I am so grateful to be the daughter of an amazing woman, to have her also as my friend. My words feel inadequate to express all that’s in my heart so maybe I should simply say: Happy Birthday, Mother! I love you. ❤️