Sitting here thinking of tomorrow brings that old nostalgia and sorrow back from the depths of my heart. Tomorrow is mother’s day. I know a lot of you have lost your mothers and know the emptiness of which I am speaking. The vast majority of people today will out live their parents, usually loosing them in their seventies or even eighties. I was blessed to have my dad until just a few months shy of his eighty-first birthday.
Some are not as lucky. I lost my mother when I was eleven years old. She was thirty-three. Just at the time in life that a young girl needs her mother most. Mother’s days have brought that pain back to me every year for a very long time now. I have had that grief with me, not just as an adult that, over time finds a place to store it in a very special corner of the heart but also first as a child, not knowing what to do with it.
I am now a mother, grandmother and great grandmother and enjoy my children all through the year. Still on this day, there is a little touch of blueness and a few tears for what I never knew.
My mother is always with me and I know your’s is with you, so hug your children and grandchildren. Cherish them on this day and know your mother thinks you did a good job.
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