But in some ways, it’s been no time at all.
I’ve got a thousand excuses… why I’ve been away.
But no real reasons.
What I can say, and what I do know, is that after many cloudy days…
The sun has risen again.
And now, it is planting season.
My favorite time of year.
A new crop to nurture, love and eventually reap its rewards.
Not unlike life, in it’s most barren form.
Today is Mother’s Day.
A time for celebration…perhaps.
Unless you doubt your value, your effectiveness, your skill.
I did.
Until tonight.
My kids were great today…granted.
But it is, after all, “Mother’s Day”…they were on their best behavior.
It was later in the day, went Brent and the boys came over for dinner.
This is their first “Mother’s Day” without Dini…they’re Mom, my friend.
Awkward? No.
Painful…yes.
But in the end, peaceful.
We laughed, we cried, and we wondered.
Are we doing enough?
Do they know we love them?
Will they be alright?
The fact of the matter is that we don’t know for sure.
We think we do, but we don’t know; not without a shadow of a doubt.
There is no room for error, when it comes to these boys.
We’ve got to get it right.
Dini would get it right.
We owe her.
We want what she wants.
We want…to get it right.
It’s planting time.
Ryan and Nathan, Jordie and Nick…they’re young.
We will nurture them, we will love them, and when they grow some weeds…
We will love them even more, and tend to their needs.
Only then, will they grow big, and they will grow wise, and they will be strong.
Dini, in her painstaking absence, reminded me of all that today.
She touched each of these kids’ souls.
She fertilized their individual beings.
They are blessed.
And they will do well.
As for me…
Dini, even though she is gone from my day to day life...
She continues to bless me with her wisdom.
I am, she tells me, a good Mom.
I can, she tells me, make a difference in her son’s lives.
She does, she tells me…still love me.
Happy Mother’s Day Dini…we all miss you so much!
Today we celebrate, in honor of you, Dini...
Our Mother, our wife, our friend.
I’ve got a thousand excuses… why I’ve been away.
But no real reasons.
What I can say, and what I do know, is that after many cloudy days…
The sun has risen again.
And now, it is planting season.
My favorite time of year.
A new crop to nurture, love and eventually reap its rewards.
Not unlike life, in it’s most barren form.
Today is Mother’s Day.
A time for celebration…perhaps.
Unless you doubt your value, your effectiveness, your skill.
I did.
Until tonight.
My kids were great today…granted.
But it is, after all, “Mother’s Day”…they were on their best behavior.
It was later in the day, went Brent and the boys came over for dinner.
This is their first “Mother’s Day” without Dini…they’re Mom, my friend.
Awkward? No.
Painful…yes.
But in the end, peaceful.
We laughed, we cried, and we wondered.
Are we doing enough?
Do they know we love them?
Will they be alright?
The fact of the matter is that we don’t know for sure.
We think we do, but we don’t know; not without a shadow of a doubt.
There is no room for error, when it comes to these boys.
We’ve got to get it right.
Dini would get it right.
We owe her.
We want what she wants.
We want…to get it right.
It’s planting time.
Ryan and Nathan, Jordie and Nick…they’re young.
We will nurture them, we will love them, and when they grow some weeds…
We will love them even more, and tend to their needs.
Only then, will they grow big, and they will grow wise, and they will be strong.
Dini, in her painstaking absence, reminded me of all that today.
She touched each of these kids’ souls.
She fertilized their individual beings.
They are blessed.
And they will do well.
As for me…
Dini, even though she is gone from my day to day life...
She continues to bless me with her wisdom.
I am, she tells me, a good Mom.
I can, she tells me, make a difference in her son’s lives.
She does, she tells me…still love me.
Happy Mother’s Day Dini…we all miss you so much!
Today we celebrate, in honor of you, Dini...
Our Mother, our wife, our friend.
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