Someone, and I shall not publicly ‘out’ the guilty family members name, made a loud noise this morning. Item number 1 on the Mothers Day request list, sleep blissfully in,  is a no go. Now, if that certain someone would come up with a bell for me, I’d likely forgive, forget and get to jingle jangling to my hearts content.

But, between you and me, I don’t think the bell request is going to fly either. When I mentioned it earlier, every eyebrow in the room raised, heads tilted a bit sideways and I swear I heard a snickering round of laughter when I walked into the next room. Some people (teenagers) have no appreciation for the magical potential of a bell.  What they don’t realize is that in a Mothers world, the word MOM, hollered through a house, is just as effective as a bell and they ring that tactic, daily, year round. Someday they will understand that although it may not jingle and chime, the ring of MOM will be the bell that pulls them around like a kite on the end of a rubber band.

What comes around, goes around right? I remember late in my formidable teen years my own Mother looking me in the eye and saying, “I hope you have a daughter” and in Motherly spell speak, that meant, I curse you with teen daughters and may everything you give me come back times three on you. Scared the crap out of me! From the first day my oldest daughter was born she was in anti-teenage hell training. Don’t believe me? It’s the first lecture I ever gave Shelby, day 1 of her life, and I have witnesses. Pink and blue eyed, swaddled like a butterfly in a cocoon, I explained to her that no funny teenage business would go down because I was already a pro at teenage funny business. Shelby’s 17 now, Kaitlyn, is 14 and so far, so good. Boot Camp, anti-teenage hell, has been successful thus far. Voodoo Dolls work like a charm.

On Mothers Day I always realize how lucky I was in the family/Mother lottery. Of course, growing up I had no idea just how lucky I was to claim Momma Anna for my own. In those days, she was just plain old Mom, the one I pulled around on the rubber band and loved. I know I made her life a little (understatement) miserable in my teen years, but thankfully I came around in the end. My Mom was always there for me, in every sense of the definition of Mother, and still is. I know now that I was one of the lucky kids. I understand I am still lucky to have her as such an active and positive role in my life and that of my own daughters..  I say, luck, but perhaps I should just say, luck had nothing to do with it. My Mother worked hard at doing the best she could by me. For that, I am eternally grateful. Love you to the Moon and Back Mom~

I wish all the Mothers out there a beautiful Mothers Day. May you all get a bell for one day, a full plate of rice krispy treats and all the pampering and love you can soak up.

~Rebecca Anne~