The Sky is Rearranging A journey from pieces to completed puzzles

It is that time of year when I rejoice at my motherhood.  I do not wait until May for the official Mothers’ Day celebration.  It is right here at the end of January and beginning of February when I celebrate.  Last week I celebrated 2 of my children’s birthdays; next week another one.  How can a mother not rejoice when her children are more than she ever thought possible?  Oh no, Sarah isn’t a renowned country and western singer that she always talked about. Paul did not make the steps to pursue his early dream of being the first man on Mars.  Joe,  he very well may the one man band that he dreamed of from early in his life.

They had their dreams.  They still have dreams although altered from early childhood desires.  One of the most amazing things for me to take in as their mother is the pursuit of their dreams.  They have travelled far and wide, lived far from home, worked night and day, given up social events and other activities in the desire to achieve their dreams.  What mother would not be proud to watch this tenacity taking place with her children?

They know who they are.  They are sensitive, responsible, and caring members of society.  They do not hesitate to help a friend or colleague or even a stranger in need.    They are creative and loving.  They are helpful.  They are counselors to their friends.  They work hard at their jobs, and at play.  They are kind and generous.  They are all the great things a mother could wish for her children.

And they know me.  They know me in a way that no one else ever has.  They know how to drive me to the brink of insanity and push me to the depths of my soul.  They open me to new and amazing things that I never knew existed.  They are the driving force in my veins.  They are my hope for the future.  They are my energy of my heart.  They are my children…and I celebrate their lives, their dreams and the joy they have given me!