Mother’s Day and being on the front lines.

I have always been an avid fan of Mother’s day. Before my own mom passed, I tried diligently to make sure she knew that she was celebrated and appreciated on Mother’s day especially. And, of course, I loved Mother’s Day moments with my own children.

But as I have gotten older and MY daughter has become an amazing mother, I find myself more hopeful that she will be celebrated on this day rather than celebrating me. Not that I do not appreciate and cherish any and all gifts, moments and words, but she is the one in the spring of her motherhood, her babies are still so small and she is blooming as a mother.

She is on the front lines, if you will, down in the trenches battling diapers and messes, toddler meltdowns and baby teething and “oh my gosh who marked on the sofa?!” She rushes in with loving hands and gentle words to calm the fray. With patience and kindness, she handles the challenges of motherhood far better than I ever did.

So to my sweet daughter and all mothers everywhere on the front lines of motherhood, Happy Mother’s Day, may you be celebrated, not just on this day but often.