Celebrating Mother’s Day has always been important to me. As a child, I took a lot of pleasure on making breakfast in bed for my mom, complete with some flowers I picked out of the gardens in our yard. I have always been a giver of flowers, though as time went on and my tastes became a little more sophisticated, I began to resort more often to giving arrangements of flowers from the florist.
My daughter was about three months old on our first Mother’s Day together and I had her dedicated at our church that day. It is still a very special memory. We had a huge reception afterwards for friends and family. Having Gigi dedicated was special enough it and of itself. To have that ceremony fall on Mother’s Day was just amazing. All of the other families who had their children dedicated that day just put their babies in pretty outfits, but we went all out with a traditional christening gown. I wanted Gigi to wear the same gown I was dedicated in, but it is yellowed and needs some of the lace repaired.
I cannot find a scan of the portraits I had done of her in her dress. All I can find right now is this picture without her hat, where she is clutching her cross and looking frightened. Believe me, though, despite the look on her face it was a wonderful day!
Mother’s Day is one special day I never have to spend away from my daughter, because it is the one day (along with my own birthday) that I get her every single year, according to my divorce agreement.
My own daughter is also a picker and giver of flowers, though she tends to stray into the yards of neighbors when she is picking flowers for me.