A Mother's Day

This is my 18th mother's day. It is hard to believe that 18 years ago, I was holding a newborn baby boy and this year I am holding an almost grown up man. So much has happened over those past 18 years. Tears, laughter, pain and joy. I can still see the sweet smile of a mischievous 2 year old looking out at me behind my son's eyes. The lovely card he gave me reminds me of the grubby card he made especially for me in kindergarten. The two little boys stopping by the side of our yard, asking me if they could pick the pretty purple flowers, reminds me of the bouquets of dandelions I have received over the years.

I look at my son and in an instant can see the young boy he was and the man he has yet to become. As he stands at the threshold of a new life, I remember the day he was born and my mother in law saying to me. "I can remember when Mark's grandmother stood at the foot of my bed when he was born and said 'treasure the time, because it goes by so fast'" Truer words were never said. But what she didn't say was that every year, we store up more memories to treasure.