Celebrating Mother’s Day and our Mothers but who is Pig’s Mother?

Good Morning

Pig is so funny.

She loves to celebrate and have any excuse to eat more pancakes.

Everyone knows that is Pigs favorite food.

As we all will be “Celebrating “

Mother’s Day, Pig wants me to tell you how I became her Mother.

Pig is all ready now to hear her story again.

Pig has situated herself at the table with her fluffy

Stack of Pancakes and ice cold milk and real butter and maple syrup.

Pig is now ready to hear the story.

I have told her so many times before.

She just likes hearing it.

So the story begins with me shopping for my open house for my own home to celebrate purchasing it.

The house had at least 18 foot ceilings a floor to ceiling fireplace with palisade stone and lots of windows facing the National forest.

3 bedroom 2 bath.

A adequate fenced yard on the side of the house

By the stream at the bottom of the driveway.

Two entrances when it snowed with steps leading down to the house.

When you entered it had a mud room and separate door to close off.

Very much like a typical A FRAME mountain home.

I needed to go down the hill to the flat lands to go shopping and I stopped at what I call the Big M

store. No longer exists now but it was called Mervin’s.

I found some guest towels and kitchen towels and

New bath towels when I saw this entire wall of pink Pigs. All the same size but with different expressions if you were really looking.

This one Pig was falling out of the stack like someone tried to put the pig back but couldn’t quite make it.

I went to push it back in and she fell into my arms.

I laughed because I always seem to find at least one unusual purchase to bring home .

Yep this was it .

I decided this would be my Pig not a shared toy with the children.

I quickly purchased Pig making Pig dance and change expressions like you would a puppet.

I made the cashier interact asking her doesn’t she look so cute.

She quickly agreed to put her immediately in the bag

So she could wait on the next customer.

I got her into the car and thought how I could create a fun game to play with the children.

Pig would be able to only talk to me because I could read her thoughts.

I would tell them that Pig was longing for a home and ours was it.

I brought her to my room and both the children wanted to play with her.

I said no.

Pig is mine and she will tell you stories through me.

They went a long with it.

My Mother would tell us bedtime stories every night.

What a wonderful way to continue the tradition.

Having Pig by my side I would share her stories and love for them because she was part of our family now.

I would tell them the stories as both children would hold on to her or toughen her up a bit .

I told them to play nice.

I let them know that pig was made in France and she was stacked up high with other pigs.

She was fortunate as she waited to be shipped that there was a window she could see out of.

Below was a dance studio with young children dancing as Ballerinas.

Hour and hours watching and dreaming to be special and pretty and have a home and family that loved her.

Her day came when she fell into my arms.

The next day after seeing the pig and hearing the children’s story .

The Grampy took the children to get

A surprise for Pig .

We had set her at the table with an extra chair at dinner time.

Gave her two packages that the children help her open.

Inside were ballerina slippers and a pink tu tu.

So cute.

Pig eyes glisten with the light in excitement .

Both children help get her smushy body to fit into the tu tu as well as the ballerina slippers.

The Grampy laughed and I did too.

We determined that her favorite food was pancakes because my Mother liked pancakes.

We also know that she didn’t like bacon jokes so she declared she was a vegetarian .

That was That.

She was a very funny opinionated pig that loved everyone or almost .

When people made fun of her she would put her ears back like a horse or turn her butt around lift her tail to act like she was passing gas.

Oh funny pig .

She wasn’t putting up with rudeness.

She loved sharing the bible stories with the children and her experiences as I showed my guest my Pig.

She was invited to many places .

I did the talking told the stories made different expressions with her and I always had her tail under my arm so no one could take her off my lamp.

She built quite a reputation of laughter and fun.

So, I wrote her first story in THE MOUNTAIN NEWSPAPER about her humble beginnings and gave Harry the owner first serial rights to publish in his news paper with great results.

I worked real estate in those days not to much time to write .

But in her stories I wrote about my Mother.

It’s comforting to tell stories and remember when your loved ones are gone.

Their stories give comfort as you keep them close to your heart.

Pig is happy I shared .

Everyone has a Mother that brought them into this world .

Mothers are special.

You may not be a Mother but you know you had one.

They are to be treasured and honored .

The most Amazing Mother of all was Mary who had

JESUS .

The SON OF GOD.

Raised him with the step Dad Joseph .

There adventure is in the Bible in Mathew and Mark and Luke and John .

The story of CHRISTMAS AND EASTER.

None of us could have a happy life without Mary and her obedience to GOD as she would be carrying inside her body THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD and HER SAVIOR too.

All of our Mothers are special to us.

Each of us think our Mother was the best.

If you got raised by an Auntie or Grandmother they were the Mothers you honor.

Our Mothers are those that treasure us and give love and their advise and their time.

They are those that we can run to when our heart is breaking and teaching us to Pray and Trust GOD .

They are our Mothers we share our dreams and secrets with as they hold them close to their heart.

These are the Mothers that pray for you and love you .

Mothers that made sure they could help you have everything you needed.

Gave to you all that they had.

Whether they were sick or tired or multi tasked

To make sure they were there for you.

No Mother is perfect but some come pretty close.

Of Course I feel like my Mother was the best.

Pig says, My Mother is the best ..

Funny Pig .

As she proves my point .

Have a HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.

Know you are loved .

JESUS LOVES YOU

THIS I KNOW

Pig looked at me .

Because Pig said, THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.

and because I feel HIS PRESENCE OF LOVE

WITH ME EVERYWHERE I GO.

Just like My Mother when she would kiss us good bye when we went to school .

Mother said, to wear my smile to encourage others that they may not be having a happy day.

Mother always stayed in my heart.

The things she would share with me and I write about her stories with Pig.

And Then,

When I said, YES to JESUS IN MY HEART

I had my Mother in my heart and JESUS TOO.

I was a happy girl.

Feeling totally complete.

Pig said, she is happy too.

Blessings to your day to honor your Mother’s memory or to be able to share time with her.

Treasure these times.

Take pictures .

A special time you will always remember.

Happy Mother’s Day

From

Pig and Me