Mothering Sunday
Did you know there are alternative
names for Mother’s Day?
Here are a few:
A day in honor of mothers and/or one's mother church falls on the fourth Sunday of Lent, exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday, especially in the United Kingdom and Ireland
For me, Mother’s Day is a day of gardening.
Typically, my children would help my husband in the garden by clearing away the remains of winter and prepare it for the beginnings of spring
There is a cleansing process that takes place not just in the back and front yards, but a lovely transition within each of our own bodies. It’s a rather lovely process, brought on by hard work and sweat. There are no fears of dirty nails or thorn scratches of rose bushes, but of the smell of soil and rich earth.
We plant seedlings, small plants of flowers, vegetables and herbs. Of those, most we will harvest in the fall, but some will feed us throughout the summer. The flowers will provide scents and beauty for us to enjoy in our backyard surrounding our outdoor fireplace and backyard lights. We’ll spend most nights outside this late spring, summer and early fall. Time spent around the fireplace are sacred times with conversations filled with plans and desires.
I love our outdoor times. We often enjoy dinner parties with plenty of food and drink. Music plays in our house continuously, however, on Saturdays we are fortunate to have a live band playing in the restaurant parking lot behind us at Cucinas. It’s grand and we feel most fortunate because of it.
All of this stems from seeds planted on Mother’s Day.
It’s a Birthday for our Earth Day.
It’s the beginning of community gatherings.
It’s the sacred space of conversations.
I’m a fortunate mom to these hooligans:
Aviation School. Kenai, Alaska.
Born 2 weeks early, my water broke while Michael was on-duty at the Fire Station. I was desperately attempting to convince two sweet dogs that, “We’re not going on a walk at 4:15 a.m., but while you’re up, could you get me the phone?” (They did not assist) Benjamin has been a ‘go-getter’ ever since. Arriving at the nurse shift change 14 hours later, our Labor and Delivery room was quite crowded!
Natural Horsemanship School. Best Friend’s Sanctuary, Kanab, Utah.
Weighing in at nearly 9lbs, Abigail held on to her cozy womb for as long as was allowed. She was perfectly content to remain in her little jacuzzi. Her “almost” Leap Year birthday (due date) resulted in an arrival with a steadier - more predictable date of March 1st during yet another nurse shift change in yet another crowded Labor and Delivery room at 7:00 a.m.
Lessons in finding delicious fruit and vegetables at the Farmer’s Market began early in our family. I loved those early mornings.
Buried underneath his brother.
This Mother’s Day, our two fostered kittens got adopted by my neighbor and tutoring buddy. Her family loves these two little rascals. Alice and I were able to bathe them before adoption. They never let out a single meow.
