I think it is so important to take time to honor the people in our lives that we love. In this day and age where the traditional family is not always the majority, I think days like mother's day and father's day should become a symbol for a larger spectrum. Don't feel pressure to have what traditional society calls a mother and father; maybe you have two dads, two moms, a single mom, a single dad, aunts, uncles, friends..whatever it may be it does not mean you don't have someone to honor on these days.
God may not always give us what we want but He always gives us what we need. So, if days like today tug at your heart a little because you feel like you are lacking that traditional figure, take another look from a different perspective and I bet you have people in your life that have mothered or fathered you, loved you and have been there for you that make up for an absent parent. I've always said a family doesn't always necessarily mean blood and just because we call them grandpa, uncle, cousin, friend doesn't mean they can't fill a void in us that someone else should if we let them.
Happy Father's Day to all the men and women who have fathered me through the years..I love you all and am so blessed to have you in my life. :)
You know that kind of thunder that shakes the ground and sends a piercing sense of panic through your body? I used to hate that kind of thunder. We had quite a storm a few days ago and it got me thinking about a special memory I have of my mom and brother..
We had just moved into our apartment in Malverne, it was just me, my mom and my brother for the first time. There was a thunderstrom in the middle of the night that knocked out the power on the block. I was about 6 and my brother was 2 ..we were freaking out. I think my mom was a little nervous as well. I remember sitting on our kitchen floor with my moms arms wrapped around each of us, holding us tightly while she whispered words of reassurance. Reassurance that wasn't helping with the impending sence of doom we were experiencing. That's when she told us that we had no reason to be scared because thunder is actually angels bowling and the really loud ones are strikes and we should cheer for them. There we were sitting on a cold floor, lights out in the middle of the night yelling "strike!" at each crack..laughing and playing. A fear made fun.
It must have been hard to be a single mom in moments like those. I'm grateful to my mom for that night. I remember feeling safe in her arms. It is one of my favorite memories from my childhood. Still to this date when I hear an earth shaking crack I can't help but smile and I always think..strike!