Happy Mother’s Day
My mother’s not happy these days. Well, she’s not happy with me these days. Well okay, she’s not happy with my choices these days. But that’s nothing new.
She grew up in a country that didn’t offer many choices. Get a job or get a husband. The choice was easy. Finding the right man was way more work than it was worth.
Be a stewardess or be a nurse. It was a different time. She wanted a job to see the world. But she decided to leave home and heal the world instead.
My mother didn’t have a lot of choices growing up. Maybe that’s why she made sure I did, my sisters too. Of all the choices she made, that lead her halfway round the world, one sticks out. It’s the one she often forgets. She chose to be happy.
She chose to be happy to get through hard times. She chose to be happy, once the sadness had passed. She chose to be happy. She chose to be happy. Over and over again she chose to be happy.
My sisters and I know she made the right choice, even if she forgets. There’s always a reason not to be happy, life teaches us that. That’s why we need someone to teach us how to be happy. That’s what mothers are for.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
I couldn’t choose anyone better!!!
© Chic Prune 2015
Now tell me one thing your mother taught you that only a mother can. But before you do, be sure to tell her first!
And now for a happy little something. This is actually the birthday card I’ve received from my sisters for the last three years. It cracks us up each time.
The laughter helps ease the fact that my sisters split the cost of one card and consider that my entire present. But in my book there’s no such thing as a cheap laugh.