happy mother's day

winding our way slowly home along the two-lanes from my uncle's house the summer my son was a baby, we stopped to spend the night in a tidy little roadside motel. flowers were blooming in every patch of earth to be seen around the grounds and the elderly couple who owned the place came out to our car to greet us. my son, a sweaty sweet bundle, slept as i lifted him from his warm car seat and pressed his head against the hollow of my neck.

as i turned to the kind woman who was showing us to a room, she reached out and caressed my son's little fist with her crooked finger. she asked the usual friendly questions about his age and name and where we were from as she walked us to the door. as i waited for my husband to get our few bags inside, she looked at me and said;

"you can never love your mother as much as she loved you. and you never know how much your mother loved you until you have a child of your own."

then she walked away, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open. i wasn't sure if i wanted to laugh or cry, but i have never forgotten that tender encounter with a stranger. i recall it especially on this day.

i wish you all happy mother's day!

Comments

[bam]

dear darling, just catching up on your whole week as i was spinning dust out side my wheels for a few days there. oh, the scrumptiousness i've just found. the definish of bricolage, and how the best things in your life--and now ours--come to you the bricolage way. this piece above, you write so tenderly, and i love the truth that came at the end. i now feel hooked back up to the oxygen i'd been missing all last busy week. thanks for always keeping the tank on full. love, a friend

[angelique]

That is so so true.

[Helen]

So true :)

[SusieQ]

Sweet little Spency....what a lovely story! Thanks, and Happy Mother's Day to you.