Mother's Day Tradition

For as long as I can remember it has been tradition to go with (from my mom's side) my great grandma, my grandma, my mom, my aunts, and my sister to church on Mother's Day. There are plants/flowers that are given to certain mothers, such as the oldest mother, the youngest mother, the mother with the most children, etc. My sister, 19, was the youngest this time, congrats Cindy. And for as long as I remember my great grandmother has always been the oldest and the one with the most children, as it was this time as well. Also, all of the mothers are given a rose. I was right as I previously stated, I did not make it through. I tried so hard not to cry but during these exchanges the tears came anyway. And of course it wasn't just a drop or two, I was just about sobbing. I don't know who in all saw this but I am glad that most probably didn't. I don't know that I will ever get a rose. Regardless of that, the service was fantastic (I wish I could have gone to my other church too) and I had a really great time with my family. I love to see my nephew Billy laugh. I certainly don't regret my decision to attend, although I definitely thought about not doing so. I guess I wouldn't normally admit some of these things, I'm not sure why I am. I don't know if anyone is reading my blogs anymore, I haven't had any feedback recently. I'm not complaining though, I enjoy writing them anyway, just making a note of it. I know I have missed a few and I'm sure I will miss more. I may miss next Sunday because then I may be going with Robert and his mother to visit Robert's brother in Massachusetts. I do hope all you mothers out there had a lovely Mother's Day. I send you my love and warm wishes. May God bless you. And also to those mother's who have had loss and to those out there that aren't mothers at all, but are yearning like me.

-ladyworpledinker