Celebrating all mothers – Estes Park Trail-Gazette

This Sunday, May 8, is Mother’s Day. We may not have everything in common, but all of us have (or had) a mother!

According to history.com, “The American incarnation of Mother’s Day was created by Anna Jarvis in 1908 and became an official US holiday in 1914.”

Since that time, countless cards have been purchased, flowers sent and homemade children’s gifts given to women around the world.

This weekend, we will all celebrate the women in our lives who have acted in a maternal fashion for us. This may include our own mothers, grandmothers, neighbors, teachers, clergy or even Mother Earth!

The staff at the Trail-Gazette is sharing memories of notable Mother’s Day traditions and celebrations in our own lives.

Wendy Rigby

I was the second of my mother’s two daughters. As the youngest, I always had a special relationship with my mom. She was easy to please when it came to these sorts of celebrations. I would pick wildflowers (or maybe they were weeds?) from the field near our house and put them in water for her. I would color her a picture of our family. I would write her a poem (yes, that was seven-year-old me).

Of course, when it comes to Mother’s Day gifts, it really is the thought that counts. My mother paid that notion forward to me when I became a mother. She would guide my son and daughter to use their imagination to come up with something special I would like.

Once it was a tiny jewelry box with a place for a photo of my daughter on top. Perfect. Once it was a bookmark my son made at school. Perfect. Once it was a rock my daughter painted to create a paperweight. Perfect.

As my children became adults and I even added a daughter-in-law to the mix, Mother’s Day is a time when I look forward to their special cards and messages in the mail. I don’t need things from them and they know it . I need their love and their words.

My husband has always been a fan of Mother’s Day in regards to his own mother and me. Even this year, when my children are 30 and 28 and live far away on the East Coast, he brought me a dozen roses (in advance) so they would open by Sunday.

Now that is a man who remembers who did the heavy lifting bringing these new lives into the world!

Tim Mosier

I still remember the days when bringing home a painting or a poem or some macaroni art would light up my mom’s face, and those extra special projects we did for Mother’s Day always seemed to mean the most. It was a nice sentiment that while she was off working all day, us kids were learning and thinking about her while she was not around.

The past two years, many mothers across the country have had to work all day and somehow be the teacher for their children. There is so much stress and exhaustion and schedule-juggling involved with trying to be a teacher and a mom. Not only have moms been stretched thin for 24 months, they have also been robbed of an elementary school tradition of having that homemade artwork gifted to them.

Sure, they might help their kids with art class while they are learning from home, but I am guessing that the sentiment is a little less. That feeling of being surprised by a completed work of art that you did not watch come together piece by piece The pandemic has taken a lot from everybody, but sometimes its small things that can mean the most.

I hope that your kids are never too old to make you something sentimental and original.

I would also like to acknowledge the single father’s out there who have to be mom and dad for their kid (s). There was a country song when I was a kid,’Mr. Mom,’ by a group called Lonestar. Here is a big round of applause for all the Mr. Moms who dress up and have tea parties, all the Mr. Moms that watch YouTube videos to see how to do their daughters hair, and all the Mr. Moms that play dress-up.

Being a mom is not always about blood, it is about love. Here’s to all the moms that have adopted children, whether legally or just emotionally, and all the moms that let their kids’ friends know they always have a place to stay.

Here is wishing an incredible Mother’s Day to the millions of Moms out there that come in all forms.

Mike Romero

I was the oldest of four kids and like many oldest children, I have a very strong relationship with my mother. For most of my life she always seemed more like a best friend than a mom, less those many times she told my father on me but you know, a Mom has to do what a mom has to do.

She was always willing to let me try many things even convincing my father to let me play football when he was convinced baseball and basketball were the real sports of men. She made him take me to registration and then went to every practice my first two years always on the sideline praying that I would not get hurt and then telling me to get tuff… don’t let that number 50 push you around!

She of course is a great cook, warm tortillas with green chile and Carne ardovada are the things I remember the most and of course her ever delicious oatmeal cookies. As the years strolled by I realized how great a mother she was when I got to watch She loved them, wanted to be around them all the time and even today checks on them (as does my Dad) every chance they get.

For me, Mother’s Day is a great celebration of all the wonderful women I have had in my life starting with two great grandmothers, Castilita Montoya and Juanita Romero, Romie Romero (my mother) and of course, my lovely wife Kathy, I thank you all for loving me even when I did not deserve it. Happy Mother’s Day.

It would also be appropriate to say thank you to all the Fathers that in our world of one-parent households also serve dual roles! Happy day to all of them as well.

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