Holidays are … and have been, for people like me, very complex situations. A complexity that is faced it seems, every month of every year: there are family holidays liberally sprinkled throughout the calendar months 📅
I have no issue with families being celebrated: I was once a part of [family] myself. Three times, to be exact - my mother's home during my childhood years & twice in families established in my own adult homes; once with 1st Husband and children, and the last 3 years with my 2nd husband/zero children.
Mother’s Day can hold so many different emotions.
For some, it’s joyful.
For some, it’s tender.
For some, it's a quiet stepping up and becoming.
And for others, it quietly carries grief, longing, or memories.
Some women mother children they gave birth to, and some mother through love, guidance, care, kindness, and simply showing up for others again and again.
Nurturing hearts come in many forms 💖
So, for all those women who have been blessed with Motherhood - whatever the form: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 💎😘
Supper was not fancy either: it was a simple impromptu tasty delight 👨🍳 of a russet potato 🥔 microwaved for 6 minutes - topped with a pat of margarine, a dollop of homemade guacamole w-tomato, a spread of salsa, & a sprinkling of shredded cheddar. Very simple. Very tasty. Very satisfying 👌
