Moms Hat

Happy Mothers Day to all you mothers.

Mothers Day to me has become a happy-sad day.

I retired from the post office on March 1, 2008. A couple of weeks before I retired, my mom insisted on throwing me a retirement party. It was a wonderful day, and many family members, friends, and even some of my customers showed up. On March 22, 2008...just three weeks after I retired, she passed away. I was on vacation in Florida, and my mom was on a trip to her roots in Missouri.

Ever since then... Mothers Day seems a little empty. I get a little misty-eyed at church when they read the things that kids like about their mothers. I get a little misty-eyed when they pass out the flowers for the oldest and the youngest mothers. Even watching the golf tournament today, the players record messages of love to their mothers.

They say that time heals all wounds. Sometimes...I'm not so sure. Mothers leave a hole that nobody else can fill. Mothers seem like they got an extra dose of love, understanding, and compassion, and I know I'm biased, but my mom was at the top of that love list. It makes me sad that she never got to see my grandson, although she did get to have two great-grandsons from my sisters side.

ENOUGH SADNESS !!

I'm happy to see my daughter celebrate her first Mothers Day. Everyday... I get to see my wife, and she is a marvelous mother and grandmother. I watch family and friends in various stages of motherhood. Special, special people are all of these mothers.

My moms hats adorned the table today as centerpieces. My mom liked her hats. When she showed up at church, you would think she was going to the royal wedding, or to the Kentucky Derby. Leaned up against the hats were pictures of the mothers in our family, both old and new. Looking at the pictures, I hope you can see why it makes me both happy and sad. Appreciate and love your mothers. One day...they won't be there, and you'll really, really wish they were.