Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Kindness of Strangers.

Last week was a rough one for me. Not only because I was sick, but also because it was the one year anniversary of losing our third baby. I was behind on deadlines, panicked when looking at my unbelievably packed calendar, and exhausted. Just flat-out drained. Over-committed. Stretched as thin as possible without crumbling all together. And feeling completely defeated.

I arrived home from my part-time gig as a preschool teacher, knowing I was walking into a giant mess of a house, a stomach-sick husband, and a workload that consistently swirls around my brain. I grabbed the mail from the mailbox on the way in, attempting not to drop it as I juggled 4 bags, a purse, and 3 coffee cups that had been left in the car from the previous morning's rituals. As I throw open the front door, I notice a package off to the side of the porch.

Hmm..

I wasn't expecting anything. I had a print order due in a few days, but definitely not from them. This actually had a hand-written label. That's something I rarely see anymore.

Still frazzled, I drop the load I was hauling in the entrance of my house. I reach out and grab the box, trying to not stumble over the pile I had just created and fall flat on my face. With a huff, I collapse in the chair closest to me, grab some scissors, and begin to open the package.

On top was a card. I resisted the urge to dig straight in and see what was under the packing material, as if I were 5 years old again. On the inside of the beautiful card was printed "Mother's Day Forecast: Sunny with a chance of hugs." The first paragraph went as follows:

Dear Megan-
     Each year for Mother's Day I select a mother I admire to honor on Mother's Day in memory of my mother, who died in 2000. This year, I selected you - for so many reasons....

 Before reading the next paragraph, I sobbed. Right there in the chair, still holding the scissors, pile of mess at my feet, with the mail I was so previously careful to not drop strewn about. I was selected. Not just selected, but admired. And honored?

After composing myself, I continued to read the beautifully hand-written card I had received from someone who is virtually a stranger. Someone who mostly knows me by my photos, my blog, and my Facebook posts. An acquaintance.

And I cried some more.

I dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out two gorgeous pieces of jewelry. One representing positive energy, and the other prosperity. The exact combination that I needed at that moment.

It would not have mattered what was at the bottom of that box. All I needed was the card. The card that let me know I am doing it the right way, despite my feelings of defeat some days. I am so thankful for the kindness of other people in the world. My heart overflows with gratitude for you, as you will never know how much I truly appreciate this gift. You have selected, admired, and honored the correct mother this year, and I will be paying this forward for years to come.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.







"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." - Aesop


Saturday, May 12, 2012

A Celebration

A Mother's love determines how 
We love ourselves and others.
There is no sky we'll ever see
Not lit by that first love.
Stripped of love, the universe
Would drive us mad with pain;
But we are born into a world
That greets our cries with joy.

How much I owe you for the kiss
That told me who I was!
The greatest gift--a love of life--
Lay laughing in your eyes.

Because of you my world still has
The soft grace of your smile;
And every wind of fortune bears
The scent of your caress.

--Nicholas Gordon


While I promise to not go another FOUR MONTHS without making a blog post, I feel the need to begin...again...with this one. Not just because I'm a Mommy and feel REALLY strongly about this special day, but also because of all of the other mommies I've met since I began my photography career. It's amazing, really. We all live day to day differently. We have different jobs. We live in different cities. We have different hobbies. Most everything we do, we do a little bit differently than the next. But the one thing I am sure of....like 100%, no room for error, I dare you to challenge me, sure of...each and every one of these women I have met love so deeply it hurts. The love-sick that only a mother can feel. That ache in the core of the heart and the tightness in the stomach that she feels as soon as she sees that other piece of her staring back. 

Tomorrow, I celebrate the lives of so many women I have crossed paths with. Not only do I celebrate my own mother and the incredible women whom I have been blessed with having in my life, but I celebrate all mothers. Whether they are your children biologically or not, if you know that heart-ache, love-sick feeling, they are yours. My wish for all of you tomorrow is to sit and hold those who are yours. I know I will be holding mine and thanking the universe for every second I am able to spend with them. 











 










 

May you and yours have a Mother's Day full of love.