Happy mothers day BY MARIA PAPAPETROS

ELLOPIA PRESS MAGAZINE
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL OF YOU LADIES who have had the privilege of motherhood.
    It is a true privilege and blessing to have been able to conceive, and carry a wee one within you for months, give them birth, and hear their first cry as they took their first breath upon this earth. Remember the miracle of love coming over you permeating your entire being the first time they suckled on your breast and thumb? It was so strong it made you forget the woes of pregnancy and the pains of labor and delivery right then and there.
     Your cares and worries for them grew as they did. I am sure you remember the sleepless nights waiting for their fevers to break, their tears to dry, and the chasing of the monster from underneath their beds. As you think of the million worrisome times you’ve had over them coming home late from their prom dance, their first car, their first date, going to college, to the service and finally moving away from home, getting married and so forth. You wouldn’t change any of it for all the treasures of the world they are your treasures.
      
    HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all of you mothers who had issues with conception and fought so hard to become mothers, you are amazing souls. I admire all of you, thinking of the many trips to the doctors, hormonal treatments, the restrictions of adoption, the long waiting, and finally the trips around the world to bring, to bring your baby home, God Bless you.
      HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the universal mothers in the world, maybe you did not bear a child of your womb, but you have mothered so many people, adults, children, pets and more. We were born mothers, mothering is our nature, and it’s in our blood, as women we are blessed with the motherly instinct.
      HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the mother’s whose children are no longer on this earth plane. I belong in that category and sharing with you the pain I have endured every year when loved ones refrain from offering their wishes to me. I understand why they don’t, and that does not lessen my pain. Our children may not be alive but we are still mothers as the live in our hearts.
    
  I always get sentimental around this Holiday, and in one of those times about twenty years ago something happened to precious not to share. Eleven in the morning, I was addressing my departed son in my journal asking him to help me find a card he had given me once on Mom’s Day, I had obviously misplaced. A few moments later I sensed his energy around me, I put the pen down on my pad closed my eyes and reveled in the vision of him. I had the feeling to go to the closet in my room as if hypnotized. I did, I felt led to look for a small brown bag I owned, I found it inside a bigger bag I was no longer using. I opened not even been aware of what I was doing. Well Glory Be, there it was; a hard plastic Mother’s Day card from a dime store with a yellow smiling face printed on it made out to me and signed by him. I looked at the bottom and it read NON EXPIRING. It is so precious to me; some things never expire such as mother-child love.
     GIVE YOUR MOM A CALL!!!!!

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