Thankfully, I am past the third anniversary of Mom’s passing. I miss her, but the hurt isn’t there as often. In thinking of all who have experienced loss and kept going, I have this thought to share for your consideration:
Grief is a process and quite the equalizer of humanity. Would that we looked beyond the presentation of others to the real person who needs love, true in each of us. — Me
The little man and I went to our local craft store to buy some fleece fabric so he would have a new blanket that’s actually long enough for him. He has plenty of blankets, but the two I made for him when he was younger are his favorites. Each has a “perfect” corner or two from the hem I created. We chose fabric (green with bugs on it), and after washing, trimming, and pinning the material, I went to work sewing the hem. As I sat there using my Mom’s sewing machine, I felt grateful. First, I am grateful that I have a clue about what I’m doing with fabric. Second, I have her sewing machine. Third, she took the time to teach me how to sew. I have no desire to create anything fancy, but I can use a sewing machine for basics. Yes, I am grateful. I miss Mom every day, but experiences like this bring sweet memories.
Now there is a newly-hemmed fleece blanket awaiting the kiddo in the morning. I hope he’ll find a corner or two to be a favorite or at least curl up under it while snuggling the favorite ones. 😉
April 8th used to be another day on the calendar to me. It was the day after my Grandma’s birthday, but held no other significance — until two years ago.
In 2012, April 8th was Easter, the day my “Cute Little Mama” moved on Home, and my “new normal” began.
My Dad has a healthy perspective to recognize her passing on Easter and not concern himself as much with the exact date. And, really, what better day than Easter? I agree, but my mind and heart hold 2 days since Easter changes annually.
I will not dwell here today on how much I miss her. Instead, in honoring her memory, I will share Part 2 of my list of things I’m thankful for about my mom. (You can read Part 1 here.)
Thank you for:
being excited about my surprise visits
raising me to help others
raising me to notice when others may need help
teaching me manners and expecting me to use them
teaching by words and example of how to be a lady
taking me to the library and encouraging my love of reading
attending ceremonies for all the important things and making me feel special for what I earned
celebrating my birthday every year…even in my 30s, offering to order pizza
being so excited when I told you I was getting married
helping me choose my wedding gown
taking me to Girl Scouts and helping me earn my badges
sewing clothes for me
giving me your opinion, upon request, knowing I’d probably choose the opposite
letting me go to Grandma’s for 5 summers in a row, across the ocean and then the U.S.A.
telling me stories
being overjoyed of my pregnancy and first holding your grandson
thinking of us and buying goodies
telling me you threw Gone with the Wind across the room when you finished it. (That freed me to do the same with a few, too.)