Hello!
It’s a beautiful Mother’s Day filled with cards, flowers, well wishes and memories. Quite the Hallmark occasion.
In the middle of all the talk this Mother’s Day, though, if you stop for a moment you will hear the mothers’ whispers. These aren’t the giant moments, not the monumental landmarks or the potent stamps of motherly advice that carry us through the rest of the year.
The whispers came when you were in your mother’s womb, or when you whispered to the unborn child in your own tummy. The whispers of mothers come quietly when you just need to talk and the mother lets you, saying only simple things in response.
The whispers go up to heaven, quietly steal across a meditation, waft across a telephone line. Sometime you hear the words, sometimes just the love, the laughter or the gentle jab that gently resets your mind and heart.
The mothers’ whispers don’t stop with death. They aren’t limited to genetics or blood lines. They carry no obligations.
Stop for a moment today. Share a bench with the whispers.
And enjoy your mothers.
SKATE ON!
Darla
(Thanks, Sheryl, your Meridian, Mississippi bench is perfect for this story.)
Beautifully saiid