{"id":1769,"date":"2015-05-10T14:55:56","date_gmt":"2015-05-10T14:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=1769"},"modified":"2015-05-10T14:55:56","modified_gmt":"2015-05-10T14:55:56","slug":"heres-to-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=1769","title":{"rendered":"Here&#8217;s to you . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:center;\">Yesterday, I came home to a surprise sitting on my kitchen island, which will always be called \u201cthe buffet\u201d because that is what it was for 15 years at my house and about hundred years before that\u00a0until last fall we converted it into its new state. There was a bouquet of roses along with a card. The Boy Wonder was home most of the morning so I thought they were from him. Tears immediately pooled in my eyes when I realized that the gift was from a classmate of Reed\u2019s, whom I have the honor of calling one of my other sons. His own mother is a woman I adore and every moment I share with him is one that I thank God for her and her willingness to share. Throughout the day, my thoughts wondered to all the types of moms in the world.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/damiens-flowers.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1770\" src=\"https:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/damiens-flowers.jpg\" alt=\"Damien's flowers\" width=\"497\" height=\"603\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today I am thankful for each of thoses mom. So here\u2019s to you . . .<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Moms of newborns who are just starting your journey. Welcome to the best and hardest job of your life. There will be moments of doubt and fear, but every time you look in your child\u2019s eyes you will know whatever heartache you face will be worth it.<\/li>\n<li>Mommas of little ones running around. The faster you pick up toys, wipe dirty faces and hands, and clean up spills, the faster it seems that they appear. I promise you, exhausted ladies, that someday they will pick up after themselves, and you will wonder how are you going to spend your time.<\/li>\n<li>Moms of school agers who are starting to form the beginnings of their wings. Teach them to fly, sweet ladies \u2013 even when sometimes they pretend they don\u2019t know what nest is home.<\/li>\n<li>Mothers of teenagers and beyond \u2013 These are the bittersweet moments when you realize just how sturdy your knees really are. These are the times when you watch your children soar . . . until they don\u2019t, and then you help them pick up the pieces and soar again.<\/li>\n<li>Moms of babies who died in utero. There is no pain like the pain of never meeting your child, counting fingers and toes, or smelling your baby\u2019s hair. I am sorry that often the world doesn\u2019t recognize your motherhood. Please know I do and always will.<\/li>\n<li>Mamas whose arms ache for a child carried in their womb, but that day has never come. I wish I could magically make that happen for you. Every friend\u2019s child is a reminder of the hole in your heart. I am so sorry for the pain you face.<\/li>\n<li>Mothers who have to lie about how many children they have because it is just too darn complicated to explain that one of your children has passed away. I know your pain. I have walked in your shoes. We close on houses and business deals, but never our children. A mother is not defined by the children you count, but by the ones we hold in our hearts.<\/li>\n<li>Moms of children who are ill from disease or addiction or who are dying. Thank you for your steadfast love and encouragement. Your prayers and presence are guiding lights in so many lives.<\/li>\n<li>Mommas who only recently learned that their child has a terminal diagnosis. You have every right to ache with every fiber of your being. Please know that there are legions of moms and friends who stand with you to lift you up for the days ahead.<\/li>\n<li>Mamas whose own mothers had their own struggles and left holes in your childhood. Thank you for your forgiveness and\u00a0for persevering and for being a voice\u00a0of change for the next generation in your dedication to mothering your own children.<\/li>\n<li>Mothers who work two and three jobs just to keep ahead of the bills and yet exhausted, still find time to be the best mom in the world to your kiddos. You inspire me.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><strong><em>May God cradle all of you mothers in safely under his wings.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Here\u2019s to you . . .<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Grandmothers who due to life circumstances stand in the gap to mother their grandchildren. You are an incredible gift to mother not one but two generations. Thank you for giving so selflessly from your heart and years of experience.<\/li>\n<li>Mothers who have answered freedom\u2019s call. You stand on every shore, soar high in the sky, and walk your boots on every continent on earth. Thank you for the sacrifices you make so we can sleep in peace. To your husbands and families who do all the \u201cmothering\u201d in your absence \u2013 May God grant them peace every day you are away.<\/li>\n<li>Mommas who are holding down the fort while your soldier, sailor, airman, or Marine\u00a0is far away on deployment.\u00a0 You are mother, father, counselor, comforter all while trying to hold yourself to together.\u00a0 Yours is a sacrifice often forgotten.\u00a0 Your family endures, every second your loved one is gone is a deep longing ache of terror and worry, mixed with pride.\u00a0 In my book, you are saints.<\/li>\n<li>Birth mothers who have given the name of mom to another woman with the gift of life. Life &#8211; precious life. Thank you for courageously giving a priceless gift. To the moms who have adopted or fostered the children loved beyond measure, thank you for being an earthly example of our charge to love the widows and the orphans.<\/li>\n<li>Moms who are absent from their children due to circumstances they could have never imagined. Whatever your story, I can only believe that you never wanted to spend a day away from your children. Please know that wherever you are, I know you carry your sweet babies in your heart if not in your arms.<\/li>\n<li>Divorced moms who &#8220;share&#8221; their children with another &#8220;mom&#8221;.\u00a0 Thank you for being full of grace and love and mercy to show your children that love comes in many diverse ways.\u00a0 Your gift is one that will free your children some of the pain of their life&#8217;s story.<\/li>\n<li>Teacher, counselor, social work or nursing mommas who love children in the hours that they are in their presence. What you do is hard work to love on a child in their darkest moments when often they are often struggling to learn or\u00a0dealing with life\u2019s curveballs. Thank you for giving from your heart and often generously from your wallets as well.<\/li>\n<li>Mamas of influence. No, I am not talking about the amount of dollars in a bank account, but rather the amount room in a mother\u2019s heart to love all the children and sometimes adults within her corner of the world. You pour out love in ways that may not always be recognized, but what you do matters.\u00a0\u00a0 Someday, you might be surprised to find flowers on your kitchen counter too!<\/li>\n<li>The spiritual mommas who love on those in their churches, houses of faith, neighborhoods, and communities. You are a rare gem. You give of your time to love others because you can, because it is the right thing to do, and because you have a gift to share.\u00a0\u00a0 Yours is a commitment far beyond a blood relation\u00a0but you love anyways in many amazing ways. Thank you for being the stitches that hold together the fabric of our society.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><em>To the moms, mothers, mommas, mamas, mas, grandmas, nannies, grammies, grandmothers, and mom figures<\/em> \u2013<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><strong>You are rocking this thing called motherhood!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I know there are long days. There are days that you make a thousand selfless sacrifices in a hour, let alone in a day. You worth could never be paid. Your love could never be measured. Your value could never be assessed. Without you, this world would be a really dark place.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><em>You are important.\u00a0What you do matters. Simply put, you are <strong>AMAZING! <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><em>And I am proud to stand among you!<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><strong>Happy Mother\u2019s Day for all the ways you love the world and its people.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To those who have lost their moms, my heart aches with you. I wish I could hug you all and whisper \u201ca mother\u2019s love never fades away\u201d. Each of you are an echo of your momma\u2019s dreams and hopes for the world.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1771\" style=\"width: 427px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/mom.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1771\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1771\" src=\"https:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/mom.jpg\" alt=\"For good measure, this is my own sweet momma as a little girl.  \" width=\"417\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1771\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">For good measure, this is my own sweet momma as a little girl.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday, I came home to a surprise sitting on my kitchen island, which will always be called \u201cthe buffet\u201d because that is what it was for 15 years at my house and about hundred years before that\u00a0until last fall we converted it into its new state. 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