Mother

It’s my first Mother’s Day in Heaven, but I my role as a Mother has never ended.

I can no longer be with my two children, Danielle and John-Paul on earthly grounds, but I watch over them from a bird’s eye view 24/7.

And I want them to know ..

I was the tire that blew out for them on the road and delayed their destination by twenty-five minutes as there was a horrific accident that occurred ahead at the time they would have arrived twenty-five minutes later and it would have been them;

I was their dogs bark at two in the morning that woke them up as if they had slept through the night they would have had a nightmare so chilling it would have terrified them;

I was the cold wind and rain they felt as they went to leave for work to remind them to wear a jacket and take their umbrella. 

You see I can no longer be with them, hug them or help point them in the right direction in person, but I am always with them and always will be.  I will still let them make those one off decisions that lead them to realize, "maybe that was not such a great idea," as they grow better by learning for themselves, but will always keep a close watch and redirect certain situations where at the end of the day, they know it was me.   

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It’s my first Mother’s Day in Heaven, but I my role as a Mother has never ended.

The term Mother is universal, once you accept the task it becomes who you are and what you do, not only to your own children, but you play the role for all those in need.  I can see my children now sitting there twiddling their thumbs and rolling their eyes as they hear and/or see another commercial about Mother’s Day.  They don’t understand and this Mother’s Day will be hard for them.

But I want them to know ..

For every child God takes from this world, he in return also takes someone’s Mother.  God has welcomed me into Heaven and blessed me with a child to take care of that I never had the opportunity to meet and care for in person.  I cannot replace her own  Mother, but for the time being I’ve showed her the ropes and will smile with pride when she gives me a handmade card designed from her heart with markers and finger paints this Sunday (May 13, 2012) simply thanking me for all I do.  Similarly I’ve placed Mother’s all over for my children to seek and rely on.  It is an in explainable trade off, but the beauty is that everyone is taken care of.