Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mother's Day Murmerings....

Was a lovely day....Josh, Randi and Gatsby were here and it was just great to see them as usual...also Randi's Mom and Dad were in for the weekend and that was an extra treat. Gatsby still hasn't warmed to Sophie, but that is ok. It is what it is...but I do think it was a tiny bit better. Gatsby is a sweet little doggie who just doesn't care for dogs. I guess he is like those people who go off to live with the gorillas....just not crazy about their own kind. Maybe Gatsby is secretly studying humans. He does tend to stare.

Randi and Josh brought me four little demitasse cups she found at an antique store and two pieces or original kitchen art by Randi....one with a tea cup and one with a coffee cup with treats on the side. I am working on the perfect spot to hang them. They are so bright and lively and will look good no matter where I put them.

We were invited to Randi's Grandparents' for lunch and it was just delicious. The twice baked potatoes were soooo yummy and the salad, the roast beef...and both Jims' favorite cake....carrot cake. We are so blessed to be included in their family get togethers. It makes it easier to be so far away from family....I still miss my own Mom, but it doessn't hurt as much as it used to.

Ross, Randi's brother, has a puppy...a Brittany Spaniel, Merlot, and her parents' dog, Winslow met Sophie this weekend. Jim and I took Sophie over to race around their fenced in back yard. It was fine...all three dogs tongues were lolling after their romp. I should have taken my camera and posted a little video...sorry. Sophie was the little one, but she held her own pretty well. The two larger dogs were polite and seemed to a bit less rough with her as they were with each other.....I am sure she appreciated the consideration.

We came home after lunch today and got a chance to see Randi's pics of Montreal...really great pictures. They had a great time even if it was a little cold. I had been there in 1975...33 years ago.... and it was fun to see the pics of the city. I think it might be fun to go back.

I am alwayss surprised by the fact there is a dark side to Mother's Day. For the most part it is a happy day, but I, like most folks, tend get reflective. I am 23 hours away from my Mom and don't get to partake in the Mother/Daughter banquets that are the popular in our little town in Pa. Those missed banquets are many....also, Mother's Day make me think of my mother in law who has been gone about four years. Jim doesen't say too much, but I know Mother's Day is different for him now. It makes me think of my grandmothers who have both been gone over 20 years....and also some of my high school friends who have lost their moms....and others who have meant a lot to me. My Mother's only sis is someone I think of on this day and her daughter ,cousin Kel, and I know Mother's Day is hard for her and also for my step-sis and brother who lost their Mom when they were just kids.....and for Randi's mom, Karen, who lost her mother far too young....and for Randi who misses her Nana....she was a little girl when her mom lost her mother...and also for Randi's grandmother who mentioned how she missed her mother. I thought it was so sweet she had put out some of ther mother's chicken collection at our lunch on this special day. How proud they both would be of Randi and Ross. I wish Jim's Mom could see Josh and his bride. At least she had met Randi and thought she was just lovely.

I guess I am trying to point out that we celebrate our Mothers, those who are here and we celebrate and remember those have gone ahead...and that makes Mother's Day somewhat bitter sweet, but when we focus on what those who are gone have left behind in the way of a legacy, we are thankful and the bitterness/sadness tends to fade and leave us with a sweet comfort.



2 comments:

Lora said...

Sweet Post! Remember your Mom is only a telephone call away.

the Jennings secede from the South said...

Being 23 hours away is hard! But I'm thankful for cars and planes and free cingular-to-cingular minutes.