I’ve been thinking how to encapsulate what Mom means to me and how this time has been so much harder to go through than I could ever have imagined.
It’s been 4 months since she left this earth and man, do I miss her……
It’s been 4 months since she left this earth and man, do I miss her……
I know others have walked this road before me and countless others will at some point so maybe in telling what made mom so special to me, it could help the one who feels their loss in some varying degree and to let us know we are not alone on this road of remembrance, grieving and processing.
Mom was my protector; you didn’t want to mess with her boys and mistreat them; she could smile and love on you but she had a bear like quality to stand up for her cubs and ward off the detractors and the like…..
Mom taught us how to have fun; mom would be the one who would get the ball out and kick and play with us… in her pencil skirt and jacket and look beyond classy in it while going full tilt with her boys.
Mom would have grace to put up with our craziness and silliness… but she had a limit line that you didn’t want to cross her. She always knew what we were up to and our attempts to try and fool her would seemingly go up in smoke pretty much all the time…. But we would try!!
Mom was not the disciplinarian of the house but….. if we went over the imaginary line, mom could bring the heat. Only twice do I ever recall going, “Better not mess with her again!” And that’s all it ever took.
Mom taught us as much as dad to want to have a relationship with God and it showed in how she devoted her life to praying, teaching, learning, wanting to be a little better than the day before. And she didn’t just tell us; she modeled it and helped us we walked then and now in our own journey.
Mom showed us how to treat people; she was adept to making people feel like they were the most important people to her which they were. We received that love all the time without the syrup…….
Mom taught us that holding a grudge or holding resentment did nothing for us; it only hurt us the longer we held on to those things. Mom could have written a book on pain; her beginnings and teenage life were filled with it but mom learned to let stuff go fast and because of it, her smile was genuine.
Mom showed us that forgiveness was a gift we give ourselves…. She knew how to forgive quickly. Never run over and fooled but mom didn’t have a heavy bag to carry around….
Mom was an amazing cook and hostess. Mom could make the most discriminating, cranky, fussy person warm up and it didn’t hurt that she could blow it up culinary wise and warm the heart with her personality and charm.
Mom knew how to laugh and joke around. Mom could give it and take it and made life fun…. Guess that’s where I got it from….
Mom knew how to come along side of us and anyone else for that matter and make you feel better even during really dark times. The care, warmth and genuine and love and concern for someone/us was of a deep quality that still resonates in my mind today as I write.
I miss my mom more than ever and this weekend will be probably the “first” very difficult period of time in a year of firsts as it’s Mother’s Day weekend… But I have a feeling if she could say something, she would be saying, “Dave, writing is good for your soul and, Enjoy this weekend because it’s your anniversary weekend so take the good and let it warm your soul!”
There is this song that I’ve been humming this week and it best describes my thoughts when I think about mom.
I hope and trust that for those of you who are missing your mom this Mother’s day and really, all the time, these words could soothe some of the ache, pain and missing.
If your mom is still in the game, take the time to appreciate her this weekend as I’m sure you will anyways….
Precious memories, how they linger.
I miss you Mom!
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfolds
Precious memories how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold
Precious father, loving mother Fly across the lonely years And old home scenes of my childhood In fond memory appears
I remember Mother praying Father too, on bended knee The sun is sinking, shadows falling But their prayers still follow me
Precious memories how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold
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