It isn’t always easy, but it only takes the first step to continue to the next:
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
- Christmas traditions
- 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.)
I love you, Mom. ❤
Our children are only little for a short time. While the days can be long, the years are short. I remind myself throughout the day with our ever-changing 2 1/2 year old that: he’s young and will only be this age once, to take a breath and enjoy him, to delight in his excitement of the world, and even when he has a cheeky gleam in his eye that I get to be his Mom.
You will never have this day
with your child again.
Tomorrow they’ll be a little
older than they we’re today.
This day is a gift.
Breathe and notice.
Smell and touch them;
study their faces
and little feet and pay attention.
RELISH THE CHARMS
of THE PRESENT.
Enjoy today, mama.
It will be over before you know it.”