celebrating “feeling good” . . . and mothers

Someone said to me once, “It’s difficult to write when you’re feeling anxious.” I’ve been remembering those words more often than not during the past few weeks.

Slightly “under the weather,” as they say, (with a pain in my ankle), I’ve sat at my computer each day and stared at the screen . . . unable to continue work previously started, or come up with something new. I’m not sure if that qualifies for writer’s block, but my writing has definitely been hindered.

Feeling better now, perhaps I will be able to pound out something meaningful on my keyboard . . . such as this blog. When I began blogging a year ago, my intent was to blog every Friday. And now, it seems I’m doing well if I can produce a blog every four weeks.

It’s strange how often those old adages we hear all of our lives,

such as, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray,”

prove to be true.

I can hear my mother now, and her words:  “(Child) Your eyes are bigger than your belly.” When I would ask for more dessert, and then could not eat all of it, that’s what she would say to me. And that’s probably what she would say to me now, using these words in this old adage, which mean .  . . I wanted more than I could handle.  And which have proven to be true.

Apparently, producing a blog every Friday is definitely more than I can handle. But, once a month—I think I can!

Speaking of mothers, we’ve just celebrated Mother’s Day.  Mothers are very special. A mother has the God-given privilege of being with you for weeks and months, as she carries you inside her body, before you make your entrance into this world. And, that’s a bond, exclusive between you and your mother. A bond no one else can share . . . a bond that is forever . . . no matter the circumstances.

My mother was killed in an accident many years ago, but, as I often do, I remembered her on this special day . . . and her love.

Grace and peace to you,

Mary Emma