Mother’s day weekend is here. A day to celebrate 6 feet away for all the moms. Yah, jumping jacks everyone. We do it all and then some.
What if I am not a mom, you say. Hmmm, life is unfair. I’m depressed already. I don’t like what you are writing about. Oh, please hold your horses. Keep reading. I’m about to get to the good part.
Growing up, I was raised by my Aunt Margaret. She was this little tiny lady, a basket full of love, kindness and ambition. She worked two jobs. When she couldn’t get a sitter for me, I went to work with her. I’d sit in a corner, pretending to read or put two comfy chairs together to nap.
She loved God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit with all her heart.
Setting aside Sunday church service at 8 a.m. then treating me to IHOP for a stack of pancakes with dripping syrup, butta, and whip cream afterward.
Through my eyes, she was my mom. I didn’t know anything else.
She didn’t give birth to me, but she loved and cared for me as if I was her own. That was all I needed. She passed away two years ago at the age of 93.
With my biological mom, it took a while to reconnect with her.
A relationship I write about in a book that I am currently working on.
Here is what I know. Rest assured, every woman is a MOM. Whether it’s caring and lending support to a nephew, niece, foster children, grandkids, godchild, or have a child through adoption, you are a MOM. And let’s not forget nannies who do the same amount of work, minus the morning sickness and swollen ankles.
We appreciate your help babysitting and attending all their games through rain, hail, snow, or 99-degree heat. You know their favorite snacks. You remember their birthdays taking the time to send a care package during Lockdown of Zinc and Vit C. Just so you know, you are hip to the max and more fun to be with than most biological moms when you listen to the same music and is savvy on the iPhone.
Happy moms day to all women out there.