Happy Mother's-Celebrating Woman's Day

I believe in celebrating being a woman. Yep this is my little soap box... please bare with me!

I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to have children. I love being a mother, and because I have children I am a blessed mother. I don't need a day a year to tell me that.

I got married at 21, (as you did in the "old days"). I loved being married. The next progression was to have babies. I had on my rose colored glasses, (which is NOT a bad thing). But, I didn't have any babies for 7 years. 7 long years.

ok enough about me. The point I'm trying to make is just because you haven't physically given birth to a baby doesn't make you less of a women. Women posses unique and wonderful qualities. I have a cousin who has never married and has never had children (physically).. BUT for over 20 years she has been a school teacher... in fact teaching and mothering over 30 of our kids a year!!! AND she has 6 brothers and sisters and 27 (twenty seven) nieces and nephews!! and she is at most of their baptisms and is always traveling between the 4 states they all live in to take care of them when the parents go out of town. She is QUITE a women.

I LOVE TO CELEBRATE WOMEN!!!!!

Which brings me to the Big Women's Day Weekend. I have several ladies in my neighborhood. Several that don't leave their house, one who's life-partner has just died at the age of 68, several who's kids live far away.... Anyway early Sunday Morning I leave gifts on their doorstep to Celebrate them being a Women in Today's World, and letting them know that they are appreciated.The first year I made these coooool (or hotttttt) Rice Hot/Cold packs- complete with a couple of lavender buds for just a little bit of soothing smell!

Year #2 was my favorite: I painted gardening gloves and attached this poem:

Garden Garb

I own a pair of garden gloves—

Not first among my earthly loves—

Not beautiful nor fitted well,

But oh, what stories they could tell,

I wear them proudly, though I know

Their tarnished beauty doesn’t show

Amidst the blossoms, high and low,

Of beauties they have helped me grow.

This is the original poem which is for a Mother:
(The copy I had from the 1980's did not have an author)

Mom

Years ago you took a seed

And planted it with care

You placed the roots down firmly

And weeded here and there

You pruned trimmed, and nourished it

So carefully with love,

And then stood back and watched it grow

And prayed to God above

That seeds of love and kindness

You’ve so freely shown,

Would someday have a special place

In the plant when it was grown.

Mom, you’re the master gardener

You’ve known just what to do,

The love you’ve given through the years

I now give back to you!

Last year I made pin cushions.

This year I am giving my 'new' creations... with a cupcake and a GREAT tag from TOMCAT download (here) on top!! (thank you tomcat for sharing)

So to all Women...Celebrate your unique divine qualities in shaping, lifting up and comforting the world's children.

and if you're still with me and want to read more you can read my post from last year:
here