I hope everyone had a happy Mother’s Day!

And I hope you got to soak up all the time you wanted with all your children. πŸ’“ 🐣πŸ₯ 

I found myself reflecting on motherhood today. _____________________________________________

Both of my kids are presently living out-of-state, as of last week, so I wasn’t with either one of them for Mother’s Day. 😞 But, it’s happened before…so, I go with the flow whether I like it or not.

Sometimes, you just have no other choice. 


My daughter moved away to GA, four years ago, to attend college and then got married to a southern boy. 

And just last week, my son and his newly, graduated wife moved to Ohio where they both are starting new jobs this week. 


Times are a changin’. 

They changed before and now they’re changing again.

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You know, we moms have unspoken goals to raise strong, yet caring, secure people who one day will be able to move away and find their own purpose in life. 

Carrying our kids, physically, so close to our hearts is one thing, and then having put everything we have into our kids (everything) just makes it a little surreal when you finally have to let them go

It’s a good thing and yet a heart-wrenching thing. 

A piece of you is now walking away. 

You’re excited for them, but also feel sad. 

And to complicate things, for many of us, we’re sending kids off during tough menopausal times too!

I’ve often said to friends, in similar phases of life, “What’s up with God timing the leaving of our children when he KNOWS our hormones will all be whacked out? 

Is it some cruel joke?!

POOR TIMING!😝 I’d say!

And don’t even get me started with the parents who are talking about their kids leaving home, but they’re just moving down the street or moving within the state. 

Sorry, but I just don’t see it quite the same way.  

If you’ve always lived close to your children, count yourself a very blessed person!

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Then, to think of all the mothers that went before us…having sacrificed so much.  They did all of this “mothering” without the help of modern conveniences. Sometimes, I can’t even fathom it.

One particular person I think about often, is my grandmother’s sister who was burned severely as a young lady. I remember her eyes buldged and wouldn’t close correctly, watering all the time. Her lips were swollen and turned outward, her face and neck taut with scars, her hands bound up like claws.  Yet, she raised a slew of children in the Arkansas heat and handmade the most beautiful quilts you have ever seen. 

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There’s also the mothers who’ve had to send their kids off to war wondering when they’d see them again. It has to be heart wrenching. 

My mom was one who had to do this.

And my grandmother as well. 

Sadly, she didn’t see her son return.

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So, hug your kids a little tighter. 

Choose your battles wisely deciding to let some things go. 

Send your kids off with your favorite “mom phrase” of encouragement. 😊

And, reflect on all you did right, or at least as best as you could, πŸ€—

considering what you were dealt with at the moment. 

Now, let GO and by all means, keep praying!πŸ™πŸ’œ

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Now for some more reflection….


Me as a young mom in my “scrunchy days”…can you tell it’s the 90s? 🀣

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And then there’s my own mom who married at 17 and had a 10.4 lb baby girl at 18. 



All The nurses were coming in to see “the little girl who had that HUGE baby.”
Poor Mom.

The things we’ve put them through!






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