When I was a kid, I remember watching my dad interact with his mom on our summer trips to Iowa. She would call him Johnnie, giving him a "to-do" list upon our arrival. "Johnnie, could you climb up and fix the gutter? It's too high for your dad. Johnnie, your father could use help tilling up the old rasberry patch. Johnnie, that door always squeaks." He would smile and nod and accomplish the list each time. It was their routine of showing love to each other. He performing as the dutiful son, the eldest and the only boy, loving his mama with his hands. She, acknowledging the handy man he was, able to fix a toaster with nothing but a butter knife and a bit of electrical tape.
This week I watched as my husband did the same for his mom, loving her and supporting her, his "Ma," as he says, while she showed she still needed him, her boy, in her own way.
And more than that, watching their whole family interact. Siblings teasing and talking. Remembering old times. And all our children twirling and giggling and tumbling through the chaos.
What an amazing thing, a family.
|grass stains well worth the romp in the sunshine with cousins|
Just a little Mother's Day perspective...
Happy Mommy Day to you all!
And especially to my Mama, and my husband's Ma. We appreciate what you have created!