Mothers

When I was a little girl getting dressed for church on Mother's Day, my mother would always come and pin a red rose on my dress. She told me that that symbolized that I had a living mother. Then she would pin a white rose on her own dress. My mother's mother had died when she was eleven years old.

Of course, I had no understanding as a child of what it would be like to grow up without a mother. It was only much later when I became a mother to two daughters of my own that I began to have some inkling of the sorrow and loneliness that my mother experienced as a child.

If you still have your mother with you on this Mother's Day, I hope that you will treasure her and that you will let her know that you do. As for me, I will wear my white rose and remember.