So who’s a Mother anyhow?

Today, mothers are celebrated in the United States. Every Mother’s Day, amidst the well wishes and celebrations, I wonder how women who have no biological offspring truly feel. Do they feel left out of the celebrations and should they be?

Yesterday, I went to the bank to make a deposit via the drive-thru window. As I was about to drive off, the cheerful lady at the window, who had seen me stop by with one of my daughters, wished me a happy Mother’s Day. I smiled and replied “same to you.” She immediately informed me that she had no babies. I asked her if she had anyone in her life that she nurtured or who looked up to her and she said yes. To which I replied, “there you go – happy Mother’s Day!”

Just for kicks, I looked up the definition of “mother” and I liked one of the various definitions: “a woman exercising control, influence, or authority like that of a mother: to be a mother to someone.” So there you have it – you don’t have to have birthed a child to be celebrated on Mother’s Day. 

Recently, I had the honor of being featured on a local Christian TV station’s special Mother’s Day program, along with my two daughters. It was such a fun experience for us and I’m including the video here (see below – our segment is only the first 13 minutes or so).

Mothering is not for the faint of heart. It is inspired by love, requires sacrifice, sometimes thankless but most rewarding. So if you’re a woman, whether your children be biological, adoptive or spiritual, from one grateful mother to another…

Happy Mother’s Day.

May you feel loved, appreciated and celebrated more than once a year, because you are.


Hello, blogsite!

I won’t even go there, talking about how long it’s been since I blogged and how I’ve missed it and all. I came back to approve a couple of comments that were made recently and realized that it had been so long since I was here that I’d forgotten what my blogsite looked like. Wow.

So what have I been up to? Life. Up to my elbows, or so it seems. I guess it’s true that the older you get, the more time seems to whizz by. Sure it’s the same 24 hours we’ve always had, so I’m guessing it’s the not so much time that’s going fast, but us who’s slowing down energy-wise. At least that’s my theory (for now) and I’m sticking to it.

So many times I’ll think of something and say to myself: “Self, that’s blog-worthy right there.” My self never responds (thank God, or I’d be eligible for the home for the bewildered) and my feet never transport me to my computer in order for my fingers to lead me to my blogsite. [sigh]

I’ll be back soon…(I think I can, I think I can!)


Thought I’d share another one of my favorites with you from Asa (pronounded Asha), a young Nigerian musician who uses her music to address social issues. I shared another one of her songs a while ago, called Fire on the Mountain.  I just love her flavor and sincerity. This one is called 360 degrees. Enjoy…


Cutting the umbilical cord

Last weekend, we were in Tampa, at our son’s official visit to University of South Florida where he will begin his college freshman year and play football for the USF Bulls this summer. Wow!

Seems like only the other day they handed his wrinkled little body over to my husband in a little country hospital in Redhill, Surrey (UK). Wrinkled because he was over-done, born 8 days late and handed to Joseph because after 20 years of painful labor, I had no strength to hold him!

Fast forward 18 years and here we are. The first reality dose was when we arrived and stepped up to the registration table. There were papers to sign and Joseph instinctively stepped forward to sign them. Oh no, they needed Demi’s signature, not Joseph’s. What?! As the weekend progressed, I realized that we were just along for the ride – it was all about him and all the other recruits.

So, everyday I get closer and closer to the day I’ll have to kiss my baby boy goodbye as he begins his life as an independent adult in college. Why is there not some class you can take to prepare you for this? [sigh]. Seriously, though, we are so proud of Baby Boy (he hates me referring to him as that, but he doesn’t read my blog, so it’s all good). I know he’ll be a great adult because that’s what great kids become. He’ll make his share of mistakes and I’ll catch myself before I go running to try to fix them for him. He’ll miss some of my meals that he won’t eat right now because he doesn’t like one ingredient or another. He’ll be forced to keep his room clean because that is the only personal space he’ll have.  He’ll learn to know the small, still voice of the Holy Spirit better than Mom’s or Dad’s because that will be the one he’ll hear most often. He’ll find out that everything he needs to be the man that God created him to be is already in him. That’s my prayer for Baby Boy…

Have a great weekend, y’all 😉

Baby Boy and Me

Baby Boy and Me