When you’re a kid you never imagine growing up and having your mother (and father) be gone. When that time comes it brings a pain that takes a long time to settle into the dull everyday ache of missing someone who was a big part of your life. My mother died in 2006, and every Mother’s Day since then I have given thanks for how blessed I was to have her for a mother. I hope she is proud of the things that I have done, and on this day and every day my heart is always full when I think of her.
I’ll still wake up Sunday morning wishing I could hear her voice, see her smile, wrap my arms around her waist, and tell her one more time how much I adore her.
And so, on this Mother’s Day (and the other 364 days this year), I wish she could cheer me on. I was taught by one of the best that it’s not about doing it all or being there for every minute (again, it literally wasn’t possible), but it’s about being fully present for the stuff that matters. I try to hear her voice in my head and give myself a break when I know she would have encouraged me to do so, congratulate myself for being able to do some things right and know that she will guide me when I am feeling scared and alone.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
You were blessed with a beautiful mom and thanks for sharing.