HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

It's Mother's Day.

 
As I said yesterday:
My mother is now in that Realm that knows no tears.

I know she waits for me there with Sooner, the wolf-dog

that once roamed the hills with Mother when she was a young girl.

I've written of their love, Sooner's long, loving devotion,

and the tragic reunion between Mother and Sooner.

I choose to conjure, not their ending,

but seeing them both young and happy, racing along the inviting hills of their child and cubhood.

I'm heading into my 7th day working straight, now on first call. I am weary and battered.

 I can hear my mother in my mind that dark day when I shivered from that ice storm and its howling winds:

"Oh, Little One, the battleground of the heart is the storm. The storm does not try to knock you down --

though it will if you let it.

No, the storm is trying to teach you how to stand tall."

"How does it do that?," I remember asking.

"It does that by making you strong."

Her fingers ran through my hair. "The weakest step forward, Little One, is stronger than any storm."


"How is that, Mama?"

"Because when you face life

instead of running from the fear, from the pain, from the dark,

when you walk into the invisible surf of the cold winds, you build the muscles of your heart, your spirit."

She smiled sadly,
"And you become strong ... strong enough to be kind to the others who chose the dark path of selfishness and fear and running from pain ... and from themselves."

"How can anyone run from themselves?" I asked.  "That's as silly as trying to run from your own shadow!"

Mother nodded, "You would be surprised how many never come to that simple child's wisdom."

"Then, why be kind to them, Mama?"

She mussed my hair again,

"Because by choosing the dark path of running from the pain of life, from the testing by fire ...

they have chosen to be weak and to always be less than what they could have been."

She tweaked my nose.
"They have hurt themselves enough. Do not add to it by being angry with them. Be strong enough to feel compassion for those who have none for you. Understand?"

I nodded "yes" though I hadn't a clue. Mother knew that and just laughed and hugged me.


HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO EVERYONE, Roland

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My father was a monster, and I know that many of you had mothers that were toxic.  Here is a wise book which you can get for 20 cents used in hardback --

TOXIC PARENTS  by Susan Forward:
http://www.amazon.com/Toxic-Parents-Overcoming-Hurtful-Reclaiming-ebook/dp/B000SEH80I/

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