I wrote the following as a Mother’s Day gift to my own mother:
Mother to daughter.
Lessons taught.
Words of wisdom – life is what you make it.
I thought I was past the lessons. Old enough. Steady.
Then one day, no.
What I thought, wasn’t.
I needed friends, and thankfully they were there. Still are.
But even more so, I needed the people who had been there all along.
Who knew me best. Who knew me when. Who love me, no matter.
A mother prays from a mother’s heart.
No one else can.
Any failings, any shame. No comparison.
Not when up against the thoughts of a mother.
Love that believes. Perseveres.
Does not give up but encourages me…pushes me, to go on.
To make a new life.
This kind of loss is felt by others.
No event or visit will ever be the same.
Memories, conversations. Where we all thought we’d be.
I am simply not who I was.
Yet, strangely, I am.
Because a mother remembers when. A mother helped create.
Yes, God designed.
But a mother instills. And continues to.
For that I’m thankful.
~ A Mother’s Day Reflection, 2014
Upon a Sunny Day 