The relationship with our mothers is the most powerful bond we’ll experience. They have the ability to lift us up from the ground or to put us in our place. It doesn’t matter how old we are, we as children still seek approval. Nothing makes our hearts sing more than the words, “You can do anything,” or, “I am so proud of you.”
…Or, “You’re in time out!”
There are many kinds of love. A mother’s love is our first love. It is the first human connection we make. Without it, many children end up with lifelong emotional attachment issues. I think I was attached to my mother’s hip. One of my earliest memories is being carried up the stairs. She held a bag of groceries in one arm and with the other, she squished me.
Being a mother comes with an assortment of hats to wear. A few of them fit more comfortably than others. We will outgrow some of them, but most are worn with pride.
Shameless even back in the day!
(With Kelly and a bearded Danny)
I feel lucky to be a mom. I am very lucky my own mother is still alive and thriving.
There is no one who knows us better, knows what we are capable of and our limitations, but life surprises us all the time. Sometimes we exceed our own expectations and then Mom is there to celebrate with us.
On the top of the Guinness Brewery in Dublin
The most wonderful gift is unconditional love. No matter what happens, nothing will destroy the bond I have with my mother or my children. It gives me strength when going through life’s challenges.
She always points me in the right direction.
Lost in Ireland
When feeling like I may have overreacted or made a mistake, there is nothing like a mother who says, “That could happen to anyone. Forget about it now.” With gentle hands Mothers smooth our hair and wipe our tears even if it is from miles away through a phone call.
Sometimes Moms know when we are hurting and call us before we call them. How do they do that? There is a connection unlike any other.
We learn how to weather all kinds of storms through the help of our mothers.
Cliffs of Moor parking lot
They oftentimes give us new perspective and something to ponder.
Hanging out with statues in Menton, France
I can spot a new parent in line at the grocery store. They are the ones swaying back and forth from one leg to the other while waiting. This is a condition developed while trying to get newborns to fall asleep. It is what I call RBWSS: Rocking Baby While Standing Syndrome.
Moms pass along all kinds of traits and habits.
This shot could have been taken hundreds of times while driving through Europe. “Backseat drivers…”
As a mom, I know we sometimes make mistakes. We are only human.
Overheated or what? This shot was taken of Kelly indoors!
I remember feeling like my mother was the fairest in all the land. She still is!
Happy Mother’s Day!
All photos by Susie Lindau
Several were taken in Europe in August of 2001.
Do you have fond memories of your mother?
The cards have been sent with 20 cents extra postage, the stockings are hanging perilously close to our gas fireplace, and I ate a dozen of the cookies I baked for the last exchange of the season. Tonight I am basking in the twinkling light emanating from all of the decorations inside my house while the electric meter is whirring outside in the bitter cold.
