I loved mother's day when I was a kid. It involved making cards and small gifts made at school for my mom. Later as I got older I would pick out and give my mom gifts that I hoped she would enjoy and use. As life got busier my mother's days spent with my mom got few and farther between. And I remember sitting in church 29-years ago on mother's day Sunday, very pregnant and wondering how I would do as a mom and when would this baby would arrive. There has been 28 mothers days since I became a mom for the first time. Good, bad or otherwise I've tried and I have a lot of wonderful memories of my own mother's days spent with my own kids.
Five years ago this weekend was one of the hardest mother's day I've ever had to go through. My mom was dying. The woman who always had an endless spirit, love and sense of humor was leaving this world. Since then my mother's days have been difficult and lonely. There is something missing every year. Plain and simple I miss my mom-a lot. And until you've walked this road you won't understand. I miss the sound of her voice-I can still hear her voice. I miss her blue eyes. Her hardworking hands her sense of humor and her kind words.
If you still have your mom...enjoy that blessing. If you don't cherish the memories.
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