Mother's Day
It Come and Goes
The relationship with my mother is complicated, and I will leave it at that. I am the youngest of three and have always played the role of the fixer, the nurturer, and the caregiver. Despite my exhaustion, I cannot unravel that thread. It is ingrained in my human fabric. I have mixed emotions on this Mother’s Day and every year presents itself differently.
Today, I find myself on my own, without my immediate family to surround me. My husband is away for work, while my adult sons are in different parts of the province. My mother sits in her rocking chair, as she does every day and we share idle conversation. By my side, as always, my two fur boys remain loyal.
This morning began with some self-care at the gym, followed by some gardening and writing. Dog cuddles on the couch will end the day. I love the simplicity of my life.
My two sons and I have the most amazing relationship, and I am beyond grateful for every moment I have experienced with them. I reflect on the years gone by and occasionally; I long to have those moments back. I am a mother who walks with pride, knowing I have been a part of raising two amazing humans. Truthfully, I felt like an imposter mom in those early days. Some days, I still feel that way and wonder how I got to be so lucky as to watch these boys become strong, confident and respectful men.
Anyhoo – this day has granted me the time to reflect and to be grateful.
Plus, I just had to place my son’s gift to me in the world – for others to see. His words encompass many of my favorite things.
My youth spent playing on the shore of the Whitson river
My birthstone - ruby
My favorite color – blue
I hope you enjoy…
Whitson
July summer heat, down by the creek Her twin rubies fell into the deep Flustered, flattered, barely three feet She waited alone for Whitson to speak
Downstream they go A moment washed clean The girl always knew A friend in the blue
January snows, the river still flowed The city’s bile soaked her clothes Coat ajar, men afar, she shed grey woes Smiling as Whitson chilled her bones
Downstream they go A moment washed clean The girl always knew A friend in the blue
Stories abroad, now words to page Flowing like an earring swims away A fond memory, thirty years to the day Now Whitson knew she was here to stay
Downstream she strolled A moment in the breeze On the bank, paper and brew She pens tales by the blue




Happy Mother’s Day and thank you for this lovely post and the photo of your beautiful pups.