Today, I was privileged to see the best of humanity.
Mother’s Day, at Shelburne Bay assisted living facility.
A long-gone resident left staff the money to bring baskets of goodies for all the mothers. They were brought up by a young staffer and his family, twin sons aged 4, and daughter almost three. His beautiful wife wept the whole time.
They brought each of the mothers on the floor a bag of goodies and a single pink rose. Many were already out and about about with their families for the occasion, to brunch, church, other destinations.
There is only one thing left in life that can move me to tears, and it is gratitude. The way that the women, and the couple of husbands who still had their partners, the great grace with which they received the attentions of these children . . . I came home before I broke down. But I broke down.
So much gratitude for such little things. Visits from the children, most older than I, who came to see their mothers, from the very young who brought them their bags . . . so little desired, so much given (only by comparison), so happy to receive trifles, not least of attention.
I have met great people, whose children are only dimly aware of how great they really are. I wanted inspiration, and it kicked my ass.
I know Jeff’s father has moved on. Mother’s Day must be hard for his mom, because of that. And I think especially of all those women who would have liked to have been moms, but couldn’t, for whatever reason, and I think of you all whose moms have already gone. I think of my second mother, who died in June last year, and my best friend since the age of four, whose mother also she was.
It is right that we remember our mothers today, and all of them, aspirational and actual. Because despite all the feminist cant, women will pour out their love where it is needed. It is what they do.
Almost every blessing I’ve received in life has been because of a woman, in a way that I can easily identify. It’s not because men are ungenerous, but because women have the power of beauty, and it is a great power. Without it, where is inspiration?
I am grateful to you all.