Sometimes I need holy silence.  Today I have left my phone in the car and turned off the home phone.

Ahhhh, quite.

Now it is quite giving me time to think, to breathe, to listen.

I strike a match,watching and listening to it sizzle to a full flame, then I light a soothing candle.

Walking to the stereo, I turn on one of my favorite albums and begin to fold the freshly laundered pants and tops.

A pair of bloomers left from the Grands last visit. Folding them carefully I allow my mind to remember her laughter and the gentle times we have rocking before her naps.

The fire truck, that was from the generation before catches my foot.  Left behind by one who has stolen my heart from the first day, back two years ago.  Gently I corral it in with the other toys, until the next time we are on the floor together making truck sounds.

I laugh to myself thinking about how many years I have picked up this same fire truck, and the treasured boys who steal my heart.  One who is thirty-two and one who is two.

To the ironing board I go with an arm load of Doc’s shirts.  Small stains remind me of different adventures we have had this week,tacos, replacing a rubber thing in the commode,and cleaning gutters…and back to the wash they go.  How I love this man and dislike the stains.

Then to dusting I go,   Gently I wipe the frames that hold the images of the Steps and the Births, from years past and years present.  Caressing the protective glass, as if their precious faces are in my hands to love once again.

And the pictures of the parents, some who have gone on to glory, and some who remain with us. Both who have molded our lives with wisdom, love and hours of listening. Their lessons echo  in my mind from they earlier years.

Being a mother, even from an empty nest, is still being a mother. They  can  worry you to pieces, and still give you reason to rejoice with enthusiasm at their accomplishments.

I walk back to the garage, open the car door and retrieve my phone.  Twelve missed calls…all of them from family.

Sometimes it can be so exhausting to listen to all they want to say and think out loud – with me.  But I would not trade this life,  being their daughter, wife and mother for all the fish in the sea.

This weekend I will lift a glass of wine and toast mothers everywhere (yes I will drink wine at times – I’m over fifty and have an empty nest! Let’s move on).
“Here is to giving our lives to the hardest job we will ever love!”

I just love having you all over here to talk with about life. Happy Mother’s Day my friends.

Proverbs 31:26-31 “She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many woman do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive , and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. *

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Diane W. Bailey is the founder of The Consilium – an online community of wisdom and purpose for women over 45 years of age. She is a published author. Her books include String of Pearls – From Tears to Treasure, and 30 Days To A Better Stepfamily. She creates her own line of precious metals bracelets. Diane lives in the Deep South with her husband Doc. Together they have created a stepfamily, each having two stepchildren and two birth children, and share three grandchildren, one black lab named Charlie and one long haired tabby cat named Lil Girl. Diane’s passion is to encourage women to be all God has created them to be by pressing past fear and daring to live life as an adventure. Some of her life adventures include traveling to Israel, speaking, entrepreneurship and backyard farming with Doc. She loves Gumbo, fried shrimp and seeing all sunsets across water.

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