Simple thoughts...

This was taken Mother's Day..It was a time to reflect on being a mom...It seems that I have not been the best one on the planet & my youngest son will be the first to tell you that. If he did speak to you, you are lucky, as, he does not speak to me.  Hurt? sure, bring me to my knees, no. I have long ago learned that there are just things that you cannot change no matter how much to pray, cry, beg, carry on...you can apologize but if it is not accepted, it is like talking to a wall. At that point you have two choices..one to keep up the noise no one hears..well, the one you want to hear anyway. The ones that DO hear can't do anything about it either so they are miserable just listening to you, and, pretty soon they don't hear either. OR, you can get on your knees, pray it to God & walk a way. Does that make Mother's Day any easier, ha! no way. You don't get completely off the hook BUT it does allow you to appreciate what you do have. The ones that are left that love you(thank you Tiff & Gene). You are more open to that love as it is not over shadowed by sadness or loneliness.

The question has been brought up about 'legacy'.. what is your legacy, what do you want to be remembered for? Wow, I had never stopped to think about that. It was the topic of a woman's conference given at our church. They asked about the people we remember..what they left behind that we remembered them for.

 My first thought was my mom, who worked hard..never complained,never begged off of cooking, cleaning, working, being a taxi driver, nurse, wife and friend because she was just too ??? or, that she just needed a 'me' day ... My maternal grandmother came to mind...who took care of me until I was 12 & able to stay alone at home.She sang & whistled daily..hymns while she did her chores..when we hit on an 'oldie' in church I can smell cookies cooking, see her beating 13 egg whites by hand until they stood 3inches tall to make an angel food cake (no box)singing Rock of Ages with all her heart.

My paternal grandmother quilting...her & a half dozen church ladies, sitting around the quilting frame in her living room, talking, singing, sharing stories & laughter. They would start early in the morning, stop at lunch for tea & sandwiches, & go again until one would start to fall asleep then they would go home...to return the next week.Neither one of the grandmothers drove a car..one lived in a small town & walked where she needed to go. The other was in the country but the neighbors went to town weekly & she could ride with them.

I don't think any of these women thought about their legacies.. they just were good people doing what they needed to do, in life, for others. They were 'salt of the earth' people. Do you have to plan a legacy? Or, is it WHO & WHAT you are?