Happy Mother’s Day

There are many motifs when it comes to motherhood, but they are all full of headaches, heartaches, struggles to remember who is the parent, and moments of pure joy. Wrap it all together with unconditional love and you have a mom. Thanks Mom. At age 92, my mom still beats me at cards and knows instantly when I call whether or not I am tired, upset or have a funny story to tell her about her great-grandchildren. Those “greats” are the highlight of her day.

I cannot help but go forward and backward now. My two daughter’s are doing such a good job raising their wonderful children. All those old sayings about having grandchildren are true. They are more fun! Then I look back to my grandmother. I had so little time with her. Maybe that is why I am so determined to spend every precious moment I can with my grandchildren. My grandmother lost three boys, not as babies but when they were young men, and I cannot imagine her agony. I cannot imagine how she got through her grief. Maybe the first time, but the second? and then the third? My grandmother did not live to a ripe old age and I understand why. I know where huge pieces of her heart and soul went when she buried each child.

As you celebrate this weekend, remember how much a simple kiss, phone call or card can mean the rest of the year too. Do not take anything or anyone for granted, and most of all, appreciate the little things. Don’t be one of those who find out they didn’t know what they had till it was gone. To all the moms out there – Thank You and Happy Mother’s Day.

About Barbara K Tyner

A graduate of UCCS with a degree in English Lit., Barbara writes Children's Literature as well as mainstream fiction. Her popular children's series, The Badger Books, is co-authored with Barbara's daughter, Laura. Her first novel, "Wait Here, Wait There" deals with grief and Alzheimer's. Her second novel, Rhyaden, a middle grade fantasy released Nov. 2018. Gardening, exploring National Parks, Kayaking, hiking, and snow-shoeing top her list of favorite hobbies.
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