From the womb-filled sea to earth...
I love you mom.
This holds today, May 12th, 2024…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there, step-moms, adoptive moms, moms-to-be, grieving moms, estranged moms, those with their moms and missing their moms. I wish you peace and love today and every day. I see you and I love you. oxoxox
Dear Mom,
Thank you for the love, care and support you have poured so selflessly.
Thank you for showing me what it means to hope in a storm.
Thank you for demonstrating the art of forgiving and resilience.
Thank you for teaching me to mind my manners.
Thank you for your daily prayers and phone calls.
Thank you for never-ending encouragement.
Thank you for feeding us. Always.
Thank you for the laughter. It’s the best.
Thank you for writing your story.
There is no one in the world like you.
I am truly blessed to call you mom.
I love you to infinity and beyond (you can’t beat me :)
Happy Mother’s Day,
love, deb ox
This is a poem my youngest son, Ian, sent me that really touched my heart. It was my dream to have one of my babies laid on my chest immediately after birth. The first baby was traumatic, blue from the cord crushing between neck and shoulder. The next two babies were swept away the same for other reasons. Shearwater. I love this so, so very much. Get tissues. ox
Shearwater
BY RACHEL RICHARDSON
You were given feet but had never touched
them to earth. You were given the sea
and you fed upon it for months.
So when your head crowned, ashen
with loss of blood from the cord
wound tight around your neck,
and when they cut you from me,
and you were silent, and the tide in me
receded, I remembered the shearwaters
following the ship—the slow sweep
of them riding the wind’s current.
The stretch of them, hovering,
cruciform, shearing the air the way an envelope
slides back into a box of letters, making
its narrow space. I had watched
from the stern for hours their trailing:
as if stillness itself drifted toward me.
I thought it was my life.
Then someone lifted you up,
and there was a sound,
and they laid you on me, breathing...Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.
- C. S. Lewis
She threw her bike across the grass, her uniform awry
I heard the hurried footsteps pass, too out of breath to cry
Pushing hard with all my might, there was no other way
My midwife entered past midnight, fell on her knees to pray
So hard to breathe but push I must and then a stranger came
with instruments I had to trust in spite of sudden pain
and then the air felt soft and still, the calm before the dawn
A tiny cry, a welcome greet, my baby girl was born.
What a beautiful story and tribute and poem. I remember one of my babies had the cord wrapped around his neck. My son John. I remember wanting to push and sharply, the doc siad "The cord is around the neck ....stop! It was like his life was in my hands. I was only fearful for a moment though. God has been good to me for a long, long time and there for me whenever I asked Him to help or to hold me. I'm pretty sure this is true for you and for most mothers. It takes raising children to learn what sacrifice is, what unconditional love and tough love are and in the end, somehow when you trust, you make it through until you look in the mirror and see that a lot of time has passed during that jumble of emotions called motherhood. God bless mothers, everywhere and in every circumstance. And bless those who mother other children as well. Love is truly blind; We just have to love without thought. What a concept ... lol :) Happy Mother's Day, Deb!! Much love!