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It’s here; Mother’s Day 2020, and the lily has opened. I’ve been willing this bloom all week to hold out for today. I’m not sure it’s opened any further since yesterday, but I’m claiming that for Mother’s Day it’s bigger and better. In the midst of a pandemic, if a little imagination, or exaggeration helps us see the forest through the trees, or see a lily increase its bloom size by a minuscule amount, then hooray for us. That would be called a victory.

The sun is shining, my yard is blooming, and my favorite show is featuring Bobby Flay and my favorite breakfast.

I will see my kids with some spacial distancing later. I can enjoy this day.

I know moms whose day is not much different today than it was yesterday. That while I’m rejoicing in lilies and sunshine, they can’t see beyond a child tugging on her PJs, asking for breakfast, the potty, or protection from an aggressive sibling. She does her best to suppress guilt as the TV blares in the background, and in zombie mode pours breakfast into a bowl.

She needs extra prayers. She needs extra help, extraordinary strength, and words that propel her to the next step, the next day.

She needs to be reassured that cereal is ok. That TV isn’t the bad guy, and that being there is what her child needs.

That she is the Horton who hatches the egg.

OK… I did reposition the book for the photo shoot. It’s often underneath on the lower shelf.

When Bradley was born we received the book, “Horton Hatches the Egg.” (Jan…if you read this, it’s from you). It is my favorite Dr. Seuss book. I won’t go into how much I love Dr. Seuss, but I would be happy if someone like him appeared on my EHarmony matches. The book sits on my coffee table.

The most beautiful message of all are on these pages. It’s about love that Paul speaks of in 1 Corinthians 13:1-7 (even though it’s difficult to stop at verse 7). Love that leans in and perseveres. Love that requires sacrifice of self and pride.

The opening page says:

“Sighed Mayzie, a lazy bird hatching an egg: “I’m tired and I’m bored

And I’ve kinks in my leg

From sitting, just sitting here day after day.

It’s work! How I hate it!

I’d much rather play!

I’d take a vacation, fly off for a rest

If I could find someone to stay on my nest!

If I could find someone, I’d fly away-free…”

You can see where this is going.

Horton the elephant (a dude) is the someone who rescues Mayzie’s egg, when she decides to take a rest, and doesn’t return. I know I should save this for Father’s Day, but it doesn’t matter who you are, when it is you who commits to the nest.

The final pages end with Horton hatching an Elephant Bird. The crowd says:

“My goodness! My gracious!” they shouted. “MY WORD! It’s something brand new!” IT’S AN ELEPHANT-BIRD!!

And it should be, it should be, it SHOULD be like that!

Because Horton was faithful! He sat and he sat!

He meant what he said

And he said what he meant…”

…And they sent him home HAPPY, One hundred per cent!”… that’s how Seuss wrote that, not me (which is why I love him… oh, sorry, not getting into that).

So for that mom who doesn’t have a crowd, or a person, applauding and affirming all she is and all she does: YOU ARE ADMIRED. One day, you will be sent home happy…


Day 11 Mug Hug

I know this looks like yesterday’s mug, but its slight difference is what attracts me to it. I like the pink that is more dominant in it, than in yesterday’s mug. Had I not hunted this morning, unsure of what mug was going to tug at my senses, I would have overlooked this mug hug.

I’m writing while accompanied by my favorite show, CBS’ Sunday Morning. Mo Rocca is profiled for his book, “mobituaries,” and he’s in Portland for a book signing! That’s my Portland, not the other Portland. CBS Sunday Morning is the perfect show, mixing current affairs from every genre: politics, celebrities, art, literature, and nature, and hosted by a classic: Jane Pauley. I watched the show when Charles Osgood hosted and Charles Kuralt was a regular anchor. They both passed, and when Charles Osgood died, I wondered if I would transition with the new host. I did not transition well when Tim Russert died and left the host seat open. Nothing against Chuck Todd, but I could have married Tim Russert, given the chance. I’ve kind of idolized Jane Pauley since I was young and she hosted the Today Show. Plus, she’s married to a cartoon guy, which makes her even cooler. Sunday Morning is like cream in my coffee, so a double Mug Hug on Sundays.

That’s it for today. It’s Sunday. Our church is an extra blessing during the Christmas season, filled with holiday spirit.

See these links for the introduction of my Twelve Mugs of Christmas!

The Best Part of Waking Up

Day 12 Mug