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
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.)
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.”