When I was really small, I remember picking handfuls of dandelions and presenting them to Mom so proudly, my little hands sticky and stained with dandelion sap. She'd accept them graciously and proudly display them on a windowsill above the kitchen sink until their yellow heads drooped on their delicate stems.
As the march of time goes on, many mothers (including mine) have passed away. Many of my beautiful nieces are mothers themselves, one of them a mother of five, including a pair of twins.
Dave and I chose early on in our marriage not to have children. Not because we dislike children, but because the very thought of parenthood is so beyond what we can even fathom; bringing another human being into the world is a mind-blowing responsibility, and as a parent, everything you do, positive or negative, affects that little person.
Babies fascinate the heck out of me; they're so perfectly formed, right down to their tiny little cuticles! I remember the first time I got to hold a baby; I was about five or six, and I think it was an infant cousin I was allowed to hold. I sat in a chair and this warm, heavy, squirming little creature was placed in my lap. I was in awe! This little thing was so much better than some cold, inanimate doll from my closet's toy box. Amazing experience.
So as I inhale the sweet fragrance of lilac, I salute all the mothers out there, and hope they enjoy their special day this Sunday.