In a few days the world will be celebrating Mother's Day.  Mothers everywhere will be honored with perhaps breakfast in bed, a bubble bath, a mani-pedi combo, chocolate covered fruit, flowers in full bloom, sparkling jewelry, greeting cards, joyful smiles, warm hugs -- love.
It's a special day that we stop and remember our mothers --whether here or in the beyond as well as everything that they taught us, left us with and charged us with doing, in order to leave our own legacy. Have you ever told yourself that you would never become your mother?  Now, let’s mix it up a little.  Have you ever heard yourself saying:  Wow, I’ve become my mother!       I know, me too.
Yes, the greetings are lovely. The phone calls are full of joy.  The mother's day cards, the gifts, the smiles, the hugs and love-- that tells us moms that we are remembered and we are loved.  But you know what? Those of us who are mothers know something else.  We remember that we are a mother every single time we worry about our child and we can actually celebrate the fact that we worry. (What?)  It’s almost like it’s our welcome God-given responsibility to fret over our children.  We celebrate that love every time we grow concerned.  It's in our nature I suppose, to fret -- to give of ourselves -- and so we do.
This Mother's Day as you receive your greeting cards and other “paraphernalia”, remember that they get to do that once a year.  But as mommies we get to celebrate motherhood every single moment.  What an extraordinary gift!  Happy Mother's Day to one and all.  May your daily worry be replaced by a nod and the thought of “everybody’s okay”.
#yougotthis #mommyhood

I absolutely love, love, love this year's color.  Just look at it! Greenery. Just say it.  Notice how it just rolls off of your lips? As Mr. Eiseman, notes here, green is a symbol of rejuvenation and revitalization.  Here is why I believe that this is very appropo for the season.  When I was doing my undergraduate work I somehow always thought of  August through December as the Fall Semester and then January through May would be the Spring semester.  Consequently, when January arrived, I automatically thought of Spring.  I guess you could say that I simply ignored Winter!  And I guess you could say that because I thought of January as being "Springish" , I would also think of all things anew again....like rejuvenation and revitalization.  See why green works so well now?  But let's explore what other colors would work well with greenery!
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Still reeling over this:

...and then this happens:

...and then this:

My cup indeed runneth over and I am so grateful first to God for the air that I breathe, the hands with which I create, the numerous clients I serve, a lovingly devoted and supportive husband, all my friends' support and my late Momma who taught me the value of the entrepreneural spirit. You can rest now Momma - we're good.

​A friend of mine posted the other day that “good mommies have home baked cookies for their children after school”.  I remember doing that very same thing when my children were growing up.  It just seemed to make the transition from home to school a lot easier. Then when the time came that we began to homeschool, I still did it on the first day of school: warm chocolate chip cookies and milk after we finished for the day.  And so it goes.  Then things change and your children move away to college.  It’s no longer easy to send fresh, home baked warm chocolate chip cookies and milk to your child in LA or to your child in Massachusetts --that's just not going to happen.  I'll tell you what did happen though:  I had Domino’s pizza delivered to my son’s place in Massachusetts.  Was he happy?  It sure sounded like he was!  I was happy that I had included hot wings.  I know that many people feel that technology has claimed much of our time and other precious resources but I used technology to show my son that I was still his mommy and that caring for him is my inalienable right.  So I thought to myself: this is my affirmation for today: I am a good mommy.   I then started to say all you good mommies out there can feel free to steal that but then I realized --I don't know any bad mommies at all!  No matter who you hold to be your child the mommy love is still the same.  It comes from deep, deep within your heart and your eyes of love see your kid as a small child forever – which is why I also had a salad delivered with the pizza! #illdoitagain