With Mother's Day coming upon us, I wanted to devote a few posts to one of my favorite subjects.....mothers.
I wish I'd been less judgemental of myself when I was a young mother, now I look back and can see so differently then when I was in the moment. Because being in the moment is sometimes very difficult, the trick is keeping our eyes to the future. Oh, I loved those little babies, their smell, their divineness and freshness from Heaven. I remember everytime I brought that new baby home what a sweet spirit there was .....like everything stood still . Through all the sleepless nights, crying and sore breasts I was never happier then when I had a new baby.
This is my Grandma Joye holding my mother
Elizabeth Mae Jochen. She was the first child and first
grandchild on both sides of her family. Born in
Louviers , Colorado in 1928, delivered by her Grandma
Jochen, a midwife and nurse.
Two proud Grandfathers holding up
And here is my mother with us four children. At the
time of this picture she was a single mom living
in her moms basement. She was a
wonderful mother and I'll always be grateful
to her for the sacrifices she made to give me life .