Yes, I realize I'm a day late with this, but I'm of the opinion that any day can be Mother's Day. I spent the majority of yesterday coming home and was filled with anticipation to see my children and be with my family. Wendy and I had a very fun weekend in Huron, South Dakota. Tasha (the event organizer) and her team worked tirelessly and it showed. I think the almost 200 scrappers that came, left refreshed and energized. On multiple occasions I was privileged to talk with a small group of women and hear family stories or look through an album that someone was working on. I am reminded in these very personal moments that this hobby has great meaning and importance and I feel so blessed to be able to do what I do.
I came home last night to a great little pile of mommy presents. Is there anything better than a look on a child's face when you open a "brown-paper bag" gift they have made you? I think not.
I also got to talk to my mom when I landed in Spokane. She and my dad traveled to Utah this weekend to see my brother Cougar receive his PhD (in Health Education) from the University of Utah. She described one of those "mother moments" to me — the kind I want to help her scrapbook. When the family was walking back to the car, she looked up to see Cougar, velvet robe blowing in the wind, holding his son's hand and standing next to my dad. He turned ever so slightly and my mom caught a glimpse of her father (Cougar's grandfather) in his profile and hands. This grandfather was an educator and there, in an instant my mom experienced a four-generation flash of perspective that caused her heart to skip a beat. Very cool.
I thought about this conversation driving home from the airport and came up with a quote that I think sums up the role of mothers in all times (but perhaps just a little bit more in times of uncertainty.)
"I cannot see the future, but I am shaping it."
I realize that different things matter to different people, but with respect to the individual attitudes and talents of her children, this woman has taught my siblings and me what matters most. When I think about what I get to do and why I've been in the right places at the right times. I think of this woman. She has taught me …
- to trust in God
- to be interested in the past and grateful for legacies of faith and fortitude
- to take care of myself, so that I have strength to care for others
- to follow my curiosities
- to listen and to respond to my children with questions and not statements
Obviously, this list could go on and on, but these are some of the biggies, that have been on my mind lately. I LOVE you, Mom!
p.s. my mom is so good at doing little extra things that make otherwise ordinary things, extraordinary. This little ceramic elephant holds pancake syrup. I don't ever remember my mom putting the syrup bottle on the table. Instead, she would use the elephant. When I was home after my first year of college, I wrote my name on the bottom of the elephant. A while later, Cougar noticed this and has teased me ever since. He will walk around the house and pick up things to "see" if my name is on the bottom. A few years ago, I found a ceramic chicken and began using it to hold pancake syrup. When my mother came in February, I asked her to bring the elephant so I could take some pictures. I am totally good now with my syrup chicken and want Cougar to know that I've removed my name and if he acts quickly …
Speaking of things that matter …
Vicky and Jen have done a cool thing on their blog. They asked several of the women that have been interviewed recently to share their thoughts on motherhood. I really enjoyed stopping for a moment to think about being a mom. If you have time sometime this week, I encourage to have a read and then perhaps listen to some of these mothers and their podcast interviews — it's that global connection thing and it's just plain cool.
And finally, when you Teach Your Friend to Scrapbook …
that what we do matters. Tell her that one of the best ways I know to honor someone you love is to document the things they've taught you. Tell her scrapbooking helps bind together generations and thus helps us better realize the influence of the past.