By Georgia Osten
Another Mother’s Day, and I’m spending it working at the Texas Crab Festival, the last of three days and “my dogs are barking.” I asked the kids to bring my ibuprofen from home, I knew I would need it again on this day. I advertised “two for $5,” but nobody bought that. I received calls from all my children who weren’t around me, but didn’t notice the calls until the evening when I got home, after a much needed shower. My son, daughter-in-law and #6 grandchild, Pierce, were with us for the weekend and visited us at the park many times. I delayed going to the festival grounds on Sunday morning for a while, Pierce was awake and I nabbed him – some wonderful cuddle time with my precious 7 week old grandson. Boy, how I hated to leave him.
Many thoughts come to mind when I think about Mother’s Day. I think about those who are no longer with me, tears dampen my eyes and there’s a lump in my heart. Mom and Granny, Mama, Carol – you set the standard, I admire you all and miss you terribly. My friends, such heartwarming stories we’ve shared of our children and grandchildren – I think about you all and cherish the relation that binds us to one another.
Most especially, my three girls, precious, wonderful Moms that you are. You’ve given me six wonderful grandchildren. I admire you all. I’m in awe of your skills as parents, your guidance, and the loving way you nurture your children. Thank you for this, the most important gift any Mom could ask for. Every time I get on my emotional roller coaster, it happens, I hope you’re not too tired of this, but…My Cup Runneth Over.
Happy Mother’s Day
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.
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