Yup. This weekend is Mother's Day. I have to think about it in advance because all our mothers are across the country from us. It's an odd day for hubby and I as we cannot spend the day with our mothers and we don't celebrate it ourselves. We don't have any children. I am the 5th generation of first daughters with the name Louise in my family. And I always thought that ended with me. However, as I think about it, I don't think it does. True, my first nephew's name is Louis. There is that. But there is also some thing else. Even though I haven't produced any children of my own and Mother's Day always feels a bit weird to me, I do a part. I mother in my own way. I have many nieces, nephews, and godchildren; all of whom I love dearly and pray for often. I nurture and care for others (adults and children) with an open heart and even cookies sometimes. I don't want to take anything from mothers who actually have children and day in and day out care for them with all their being. I am not claiming Mother's Day as my own and it feels weird and awkward when people wish me a Happy Mother's Day. Yet, I am a part of this global village and my love and nurture matter to some of those villagers. Today I am grateful for the opportunity to share the love my mothering instincts provide and to help in a small part to love the next generations. Whatever their names may be.
“The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other.” -Louise Penny