This Sunday is Mother’s Day.
We remember our mothers who gave us life, raised us, and created the nest from which we flew.
We have all learned important life lessons from our moms.
I received this poem one Mother’s Day from my son and have loved it ever since. I wanted to share it with you.
Kites
by Erma Bombeck
I see children as kites.
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you’re both breathless…they crash…
they hit the rooftop…you patch and comfort, adjust and teach.
You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they’ll fly.
Finally they are airborne, they need more string and you keep letting it out.
But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with the joy.
The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won’t be long before that beautiful
creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.
Only then do you know that your job is done.
More than anything, we want to know that our children are soaring.
We want them to be happy, fulfilled and find success on their terms.
When our children who are suffering from addiction seek recovery and continue to do well, we celebrate. For those who are still in the midst of watching their children abuse alcohol and drugs, Mother’s Day can bring back the hopeless feelings, the feelings of grief and the question of where did I go wrong?
Hope is always there, lingering and available for all who seek it. Hope gives us the chance to see the possibilities, and to view them in the best light. It is like a hand reaching down that we can hold on to.
Let hope and happiness fill our life. Here’s to all of our mothers and all of us moms. Let us live our lives doing what brings us joy. Let our lives be filled with love, as we are not alone.
