This is the first Mother's Day in 25 years that I will not have at least one of my children at home with me. It feels a little strange, and I am happy that I will be spending the day at a picnic with my sister and all of her extended family. But if I am being truly honest, I will admit that Mother's Day has never really felt like it was MY day. It has always been the day to honor my own mother. That may be because I was a daughter first, and a mother second. I don't really know.
My mom died unexpectedly in 1989 when I was only 32 years old. I think of her often, but especially on Mother's Day. For years I could not even look at the Mother's Day cards - I insisted that Jim pick out the card for his mom. I am over that now, but reading the sentimental verses is still hard for me.
So as I go about the day, I offer up a prayer of thanks to my mom, for making my life possible. Love you, Mom!
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