This mother’s day, in northern alberta, moms are hoping for flowers, chocolates, cuddles and breakfast in bed.
As wildfires rage across the province, including the massive blaze in Ft. Mcmurray that, to date, has spread to 156,000 hectares and spurred a mass exodus of some 90,000 evacuees, many of us are forced to think about losing everything and facing what, if it were us, would we take, would we leave behind.
Luckily, we are far from this particular blaze, though smaller ones encroach nearby counties. Living in a home situated in the midst of a quarter of bush, I, for one, am eager for a downpour.
I’ve been told I’m not to get out of bed in the morning until instructed to do so.
Here’s hoping for coffee, cuddles and a chill and distracted day.
This morning, Pep happily jumped out of bed, threw her arms around me, patted me gently and said, oh, mom, so nice, mom.
Right back at ya, kiddo.
Here’s to mom’s. After another year of boogers and farts and giggles and love and rarely pooping alone, I know you wouldn’t change a thing.
After all, really, it’s ‘so nice’ to be mom.
I encourage you to read up on the wildfire disaster facing Northern Alberta, and consider donating to Red Cross in support of the thousands and thousands of displaced people facing a frightening and uncertain future.
To the moms without babies in their arms, if your year was filled with memories, sadness, hope and prayers, or missing someone terribly, my heart goes out. You are a mama. Be kind to yourself.