It’s Mother’s Day. The day we celebrate our own mothers and all mothers. For me, it is a bittersweet day wrapped in an avalanche of emotions. I mourn the sad fact that my mom is not here. I celebrate that my daughter has two beautiful boys and is a great mom. I send love to all my family and friends who are mothers. My heart aches for my friend April because she has felt as if she is no longer a mom because her only child died. I am especially introspective each year because my son Cory took his leave right after sticking around for his last Mother’s Day. Cory thought he needed to be with me. Sadly it makes me remember his death day when I would rather not. Here comes the big BUT–If I shift my paradigm, I can be grateful for the time Cory and I had together. I can be feel blessed with Jesse G. Javier Enebrad as my mother and my kids’ grandmother. Thinking of April’s love for Ryan warms my heart and makes me smile as I am sure it does her now. Once a mom, always a mom–April and all mothers who mourn their only children.
Today I also celebrate the knowledge that my youngest daughter, Keili is on the mend from COVID-19. She was in isolation for more than four weeks and quite sick. This vicious virus flattened her. Thankfully her lungs were not affected, but even her eyes and lymph nodes in her neck inflamed along with the other symptoms. I hope you will join me as I pray for all those affected by or infected with this terrible virus. It is not a hoax. I pray for the families whose loved ones didn’t survive it. I pray for the healthcare professionals who have tirelessly been working to care for the sick. I pray for the scientists who are trying to find a way to eradicate it. I pray for those foolishly putting their lives and the lives of others at risk so they can get their nails or hair done or who don’t believe in vaccinations.
Stay home until it is safe.
Mahalo to Rod Long (Aussie not Seattleite) for the great photo of my spirit animal via Unsplash.