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Good Morning

Happy Mother's Day! Thanks to all the mothers who have blessed our lives!

Happy Mothers Day! Especially to my mom. Gone home 4 1/2 yrs

That's what mom is, a beacon of light in the darkness and stormclouds of life.

Because many from Your there who live in Michigan area or was born there - Your mothers was Karjala person so I put link this from somewhere there;

http://www.luovutettukarjala.fi/pitajat/sakkola/sakkolakuvina.htm

Happy Mother's Day to all of you and for the precious memories of those Mothers who have gone on to a better life! We give thanks to all.

Happy Mothers day to all the mom's across the UPThis is your special day. Take care and enjoy you've earned it.

This is off the topic, or maybe if you stretch it~on topic: how a mother cares for a son.

Weirdest thing. We have this little bird (looks like a baby sparrow) which is flying into our windows. First it was the family room. Nothing deterred it. My son tried banging on the window and shining a flashlight at it. I tried standing right by the window. It kept on and on, landing in the bush, flying to the window (BANG!) Over and over for hours. Only nightfall stopped it.

But now, it has decided to move to my son's bedroom window. Son works late hours so he needs to sleep till 1:00 PM.

My son and I were laughing: well, let's call the bird police. Let's look on the net under 'window crashing birds.'

Does anyone by any rare chance know a way to make the poor thing understand that he doesn't want to be at that window?

Hey, solution found. I did google under 'birds hitting windows' and found a site from the Toronto Humane Society. (hi, Kosk!)

These two windows both have bushes right in front of them. Bird sees his own reflection and believes it is a rival male. Good old mating instinct!

So since son doesn't open that window or those shades anyway and it faces south, needing shelter from summer sun, I taped newspaper all over it. By the time newspaper deteriorates in the rain, hopefully bird will have found a mate!

maija,MI

We probably average five hits a week, all year round. The lethality rate is about 50%, with the other half just waking up after being KO'd, and flying off.

A real scare is having a hummingbird "flash in" tweleve inch's from your nose, because you're wearing a colorful baseball hat. Talk about "in your face"!

I am not as familiar with the U.P. as I would
like. As I was born in Michigan, but moved
with my family when I was very young. My
Mother was also born, [and raised] in
Calument. And she recommended this
wonderful site.

Happy Mothers Day, to all of you. I honor you
on this very special day.

I've been reflecting this past week on how our
relationships with our Mothers parallel our
relationships with God. When we are younger,
it's usually Mom to whom we look for affection
and comfort and acceptance. It's usually Mom
who acts as our first connection with the
divine, as she lets the love God inspires in her
shine through, tending to the needs of her
children. It's usually Mom who's right there
with a cold washcloth after we've skinned our
knees, and who produces--seemingly from
nowhere--just the right words, to help inspire
us after we've had a bad day. Mom is God's
representative when we are children, and we
learn quite a bit about divine love as we
experience being loved by our Moms.

Later as we begin to leave the nest and the
world begins to demand more and more of
our attention, we sometimes lose sight of that
protective, nurturing sphere that Mom has
provided in our childhood. We grow more
independent, and don't run crying into a
mother's arms when the world has hurt us-not
as often anyway. In much the same way, we
often lose sight of the whole spiritual
dimension of life. It's easy to get caught up in
the everyday worldly pressures and anxieties,
until we feel something missing in our lives
and we consciously begin the whole process
of spiritual rediscovery.

It really comes as no surprise that when we
have reached a certain level of spiritual
maturity, we often seek to re-establish our
relationship with Mom. But not as an
authoritarian figure--we find that we've
outgrown that. We begin to approach Mom
as a fellow human being--and one who has
gifts to offer as well as lessons to learn. We
discover not the Mom of our childhood, who
deals out rewards and punishments
according to an incomprehensible set of
standards, but rather a person with whom we
share a great deal, and who has loved us
more deeply than we ever imagined. We
discover not the God of the Old Testament,
who deals out rewards and punishments
according to an incomprehensible set of
standards, but a God who beams with joy
when we have grown and who enfolds us with
unconditional love and acceptance all the
time, even when we feel we are the farthest
thing from holy.

There are many people who prefer the
concept of a "Mother God" over an "Our Father"
in an effort to call attention to those divine
aspects which people consider feminine,
namely the loving, nurturing expression of
God's love. It's an idea that has not always
been well-received in our society, but I urge
you to let yourself think of God as Mother every
once in a while.

Perhaps some of us can improve our
relationships with our Mothers in the same
way that we seek to improve our relationships
with our God, Goddess, or Goodness...
(Whichever the case may be.) And a good
way to start is to open ourselves up to the
same love and wisdom that our Mothers have
tapped into and expressed in their best
moments. Mothers, like Messiahs, do not
walk this earth forever, and we owe it to them,
to ourselves, and those whom we touch in our
lives, to absorb and learn as much of those
"feminine qualities" of love and unconditional
concern as we are able.

I am so fortunate to have this light that I carry
with me....It came from my Mom. It is because
of her that I walk upon this earth, and I am
grateful for every heartbeat, that bears her
name.

I love you, Momma. I carry you with me...
Always... ~ your baby K.

Katherine,your message was a beautiful tribute to all Mother's. Thanks. I am glad you have joined our "group".

My Mom has been gone for a 27 yrs but she lives on in our hearts and our Memories.

maija,Mi

I read that you can put suncatchers or those cling on stickers on the pane and it won't look like open space to them. We had a mourning dove hit our window once and boy did it make a noise. It was knocked out for a loooong time.Poor thing.

Kathina-very well said! Thanks for encouraging
us to stop & think about our mothers, besides they brought us into this world! As a mother myself, I cherish every moment I have with my own daughter.

Kathina, just read your post. Absolutly beautiful! Made me feel better on this mothers day without my daughter. Thank You so much.

Hi Maija!

I'm glad the Toronto Humane Society proved
to be a useful site. Our dog, Rusty, is the light
of our whole family's life. He was a four year
old abandoned dog that we adopted from the
Toronto Humane Society six years ago. It took
him a while to build trust with us, but once he
got the notion, he became a very faithful
shepherd (mix) for all five of us.

Anybody up in the Harbor heard from GEORGE ?
Noticed his site hasn't been updated since April 24th...
He can't be out in the lake sailin' already, can he ?

It was 26 years ago yesterday when my mom passed away while I was in my 20's. Her love and influence are still very much present in my heart. Now that I am a mom and grandma, I appreciate all she did more than ever. Happy Mother's Day to all those special women who nurture precious loved ones. Kathina, you said it so well. Thank you.

Sometimes when a young mother is left to raise her children alone, she wonders if she is capable of handling such an enormous job. Will I be able to provide for them, to nurture them, to teach them to love unconditionally, to try and give spiritual guidance, to see that they have a good education, and then be able to see them grow into such wonderful young women is my joy. Moms need HUGS too, and what my daughter Kathina just gave me, was the biggest Hug of all. I love you Kay.

It's ashame when a mother shows more love for the oldest child in the family and leaves the rest out. It's left a terrible scar that can never be reversed.

Kathina, What a beautiful post and tribute.
Beverly: you can tell you did a wonderful job raising your daughter...just look at how wonderful she turned out.

to hurting: I was the oldest. My mom favored my younger brother. She almost totally ignored me. I can see the changes it caused in my personality, character, and life.

Still, I have to realize that this upbringing made me very strong. Very independent.

I came to understand and love my mother before she died. I'm so happy now and wish you the same.

No such luck. My brother and I are just by products of the wedding. Sis is and has it all....ma's loss. It's a shame to cause such pain to her unwanted family.