On the Eve of Mother’s Day
I would be less than honest if I did not say that Mother’s Day is a hard one for me. Each year I think of those I have lost in the matriarchal line of my family; my mother passed away when I was 29, my grandmother five years later, and the one who made me a mom—my daughter at 36.
I am an elder now in my tiny family yet I don’t feel any different than I did when I was a girl of 15. I’m still the one who looks for the silver lining on a cloudy day, and dreams of the “and they lived happily ever after” ending…even though she lived happily ever after seems more accurate now for me.
I had amazing roll models in my mother and grandmother, and it is their strength and care that have helped shape who I am today. There’s not too many days that go by that I don’t think I’ll just pick up the phone and call mom. Do you ever get over that?
I wish so much that they were still here.
But, they are...here. Mom is sitting with me at the piano every time I play—she gave me the gift of music. My grandmother, is in the kitchen with me—she gave me the gift of pie making. And my daughter? She taught me patience and unconditional love. All three of them taught me by example the importance of being kind, keeping your chin up, and knowing that there always is a way through tough times even if it takes a while to find it. I miss them tonight, but I carry them in my heart always.
A Blessed Mother’s Day to you all.