Happy Mother’s Day

Y’all….

…I had my glory day in the hot sun.

And I am emphatically not still the mom, even though I am. I’ve graduated to best friend and mentor and sometimes even The Peanut Gallery.

I’m good with that. In fact, I rather love it.

Now, as Mother’s Day approaches, I want to (once again) jump on this here internet and encourage those of us in our 50’s and 60’s - those of us who are grandmothers and great-grandmothers - to celebrate your daughters this weekend, celebrate your granddaughters and daughters-in-law who are now the mamas.

Let’s not pressure them with unspoken expectation to give us props. Rather, may we speak life over them. They are the ones with the little ones, now. Let’s shower them with our approval.

Though I am certain my daughters will give me gifts (one already has), I don’t need them. I know I am loved. I’d rather them get themselves a mani-pedi, or an extra rose bush. “I” do not need to be celebrated this Sunday.

I want to shine the spotlight gently on the next generation. I want to celebrate both my “blood” daughters, and my “blood-bought” daughters (there are many, and all of them heavy-hitters in the Spirit).

I want, with allllll the “heart-eyes” to let them know that they are doing a heckuva job, and that I am obscenely proud of every single one.

I usually get my daughters small gifts on Mother’s Day. If I could, I would hire someone to do a fly-over, or sky-write my love for them. THEY are the ones deserving of honor on this special Sunday. Because they are the ones still in the beautiful trenches.

I want to tell them “hang in there”. I want to tell them that the best is yet to come, for them.

My amazing daughters Hannah and Sarah are doing it better than I did.

And isn’t that the whole idea of motherhood?

This literally was me…