There are very few things that my Sunshine girl gets wrong ( she’s set on always being right) but she says Mother like Muder- and it’s adorable so I choose not to correct it.Happy Mother’s Day to each of you.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mother whose here visiting us this weekend. I sat up and wondered how strange it must be to visit your child with her children. How the world has changed and progressed and the unwritten rules have been, re-writtten. How hard and complicated it must be to want to speak out about a choice your child makes with her kids and then resign to say nothing because it could cause a storm- no matter how well meaning.

But it’s still mothering isn’t it? It’s still Mothering from the moment you give them life to the moment the good Lord above takes yours. It’s all Mothering.

It’s mud and crying and tantrums for me- it’s phone calls, flights, and wine for her.  It’s fears and first and forward moving for me- it’s fears, and first, and forward thinking for her. Two sides of the same coin.

I watch her put time and effort into Sunny- carefully letting Sunny  “teach” her how to draw a butterfly and then my Mother teaches Sunny how to draw a tulip. There are cheers all around! Then Sunny turns to my mother and says “That was great! Now let me show you how to draw that tulip better!”

In essence that’s what we’re doing here. Three generations of one woman- who started at the beginning of time and has perfected into the littlest and newest little woman we have here. Sunny who stands like she’s 10 feet tall, wears what she likes, acts how she likes, and has the confidence of every woman who ever walked this Earth to make her- her. She gets that from my Mom. A fierce sense of I can do anything. I’ll back down from nothing. I’m greater than your weak limitations.

I can remember being grade schooled aged and telling my Mom what one girl (or another) had said to me. I was so sad and so rejected and my Mom would say to me “you tell that little chick, that I said, she can take her ____ and kiss your ___.”  I thought my Mom was the toughest person I knew. I wanted to be the “telling off” kind but I never had the steam. This is wear my child and my Mother meet.

Don’t get me wrong- I’ve had my fair share of tell offs- but I’m more of the 10 minutes later- I thought of- the best come back- kind of girl and my Mom and Sunny are more of the I -left -nothing -unsaid -you -son- of -a __ kind of girls. It’s evolution.  It’s the evolution of a woman.

Thank you Mommy for teaching my Gracie Girl how to stand tall like you. Happy Mother’s Day.

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