Mothers' Day

Here is a photo of an old photo of Hallie, my mother. She was working as a nurse's aide at St Agnes Hospital and had been looking to adopt a son. Mom and Dad already had two daughters. I was born on a Wednesday and one of the sisters said, "Hallie, I think we have your little boy." The following Sunday, Mothers' Day, they took me home.

Mom was a veritable force of nature but she has been gone now for a very long time. I wish I had more photos of her.

Here's to you, Mom. I trust you and Jesus are having a good time. Blessings on you.

Blessings on my birth mother, whom I do not know but gave me the life that Hallie nurtured.

Blessings on all mothers and the women who have been mothers of various sorts in our lives. Blessings on the women who wanted to be mothers and could not. Blessings on the women who have borne the grief of burying their children. Blessings and more blessings.

Fran wrote a lovely tribute to her mother that you can read here.

Margaret reminds us how Mothers' Day started, in a cry for women to organize against war.

--the BB