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I’ve been noticing my Facebook friends posting photos of their mothers as profile pics, and I just finished reading a blog post by Life In The Boomer Lane about LBL’s own mother. This, in turn, brought up thoughts of my own mother, who recently passed away in mid-February of this year.
Here in the U.S., we celebrate a holiday (not one that companies give to their employees as a day off) known as Mother’s Day. This year, Mother’s Day is going to be a little more difficult for my sister and I; we’ll remember Mom with much love and a little sadness.
Mom was one of the nicest people I ever knew. She was nice to everybody – even those people whose foibles may have annoyed her a little (sometimes, that included me). She was the eternal optimist. She loved hugs, soothed over worries, cooked our favorite foods, and always tried to please. She never ever complained – even during the dark days of Dad’s drinking and her final days laying ill in her hospice-provided hospital bed. Her’s really was an unconditional love.
I always had flowers sent to Mom. Because she’s not around this Mother’s Day, I’m having flowers sent to my sister instead – a mother, herself, of 4 boys who have grown up to be awesome men (although we all did wonder at times about the twins ever making it to their 21st birthday).
If you have a mother who is still alive, I urge you to reach out to her. Call her. Visit her. Do what you can for her while she is still living. Don’t ever wait until she is gone and then have regrets. Give her flowers now while she can enjoy their beauty and fragrance; don’t wait until she is dead and then put flowers on her grave or urn niche where she may or may not enjoy them (depending upon your religious and metaphysical belief system).
Wish your mother a happy Mother’s Day. And remember: no matter how far away you may be from your mother, closeness is an affair of the heart.
I published a post honoring my father on Veteran’s Day, so in this post, I want to honor my mother on Mother’s Day.
I was what one person called “a mid-life surprise”. Mom and Dad had two daughters already, and although they tried for one more child, nothing happened, and the doctor told Mom to be happy with the two children she already had. Fourteen years later, when Mom turned 36: surprise!
Mom and Dad were high school sweethearts who married while Dad was serving in the army during WW II. During that time, she stayed with Dad’s mother (Granny) and Granny would take photos of Mom to send to Dad.
During my years growing up, the family went through some difficult times, but Mom was always there to make things better. Mom has always been an optimist. Not the rose-colored-glasses kind of optimist, but more the practical kind of optimist. I like to think I inherited my positive outlook from her. Mom could always make me feel better back then and still does today, at 87 years of age. Mom is the glue that binds our family together.
Love you, Mom!