This morning I walked into my Sunday School class and found the teacher telling another member how nice of me to have done what I did. I didn't know what she was talking about, of course, so I asked her what she meant. She replied, "To give the flowers in the sanctuary in honor of all the mothers." What did I say then? "Crap."
Here's why. Mother's Day has always been a special day in my life, since I was little. Mother and Daddy were married on May 11, and Mother's birthday was May 13. Often, Mother's Day came in the middle of those two days. Daddy always made a big deal of Mother's Day, getting corsages for us, taking us out for a special meal...
Fast forward to Mother and Daddy's 50th anniversary. Daddy died Tuesday, May 7, four days before that anniversary. Mother had a heart attack the night Daddy died. On Saturday, May 11, she was in the hospital. David had a dozen long-stemmed roses delivered to her at the hospital, "For my million dollar baby", which is what Daddy always called Mama. The following day was Mother's Day. We took the flowers to church in honor of their almost-50 year marriage and her 75th birthday, the following day. A couple of times after that, we provided the flowers. I decided that would be our tradition.
And this year, I plum forgot. Talk about embarrassing, especially after reading in the bulletin that I had provided the flowers. Guess who is going to bring a bouquet next week! And please, please, please don't let me forget next year!
Happy Mother's Day to all you mamas out there, and God bless.