I often write these blogs late at night. In case you haven’t noticed, I often leave the grammar on the foam pillow
Sometimes I wish I believed in God. It must be a great comfort knowing there is a big dad up in the sky watching over us. I am being sincere. I envy people that live a pious life and go to bed knowing someone is watching over them. That you will be rewarded for being kind and just and living a good life. It is also comforting when things don’t always work out. The rational to say it is God’s way, like WWII and the Chicago Cubs. I worry about my children like most other parents and it would help to know God is looking out for them when I’m not around.
To me, however, there is no grand design to the universe. If there were, God would have better things to worry about than whether Larry and Steve in Dubuque, Iowa are having a go at each other, or whether the Nuggets can pull off an upset. Through all the planets in all the Cosmos you think he would care about that? How egocentric we are.
That brings me to another point on God. It’s been said, apparently by an anal retentive, that Godliness is next to cleanliness. To all the slobs out there, relax. He (or She ) is not as concerned with the roll of your socks as you may think. A much more appropriate statement would be Godliness is next to Motherhood. Mothers leave a huge imprint on our psyches, that more than makes up for poverty, injustice, education, and all the other ills of a childhood that we may endure. She can make a gifted child do more, an ordinary child feel loved, and a child with a disability, special. A mom needs to fill their child with confidence and nurtured with love. It can even be more difficult being the mom of a step-child or adopted child, when that love isn’t always reciprocated. “How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!.” King Lear, William Shakespeare.
Being a mom is not a job, but it is hard work. Your reward is seeing your child happy. I think how lucky my daughter is for having my wife as her mother. Cas learned it from her mother and it is a gift she is passing down again. Thank you to all the moms, step-moms, surragate moms out there this Mother’s Day that work so hard at making their children feel loved.