Mother’s Day, 2nd only to Christmas in Holiday Gifts Online
Many take both Mother, and Mother’s Day for granted. We all have, as children growing up. My first memory in life is holding my Mama’s hand. Not lovingly but pulling away from her and she would not let go. We were on a ship to Prince Edward Island, the place with the red colored sand, and I wanted to walk the ship with my older sister( my sister just cringed!) and uncle. Hey, I was 4 years old. Plenty old enough. She did not think so. Mother’s can be like that, know it all.
So 4 was the beginning of my remembering living. My knowledge of Mother. I was her last child, the baby ( my sister just cringed again!). The last to hear her heart beat from inside.
I don’t remember her being over protected but will always remember her peeking out the window watching, just watching when I was out playing across the street. Thinking back, she didn’t stand there watching when I was in the house.
I remember curling up beside her when she was watching TV. We seem to fit together like a puzzle. I think I was nine. When my own son and daughters did that, my Mama’s memory flashed before my eyes. How she would have loved to live longer to know them. But it wasn’t meant to be.
When I was up to no good, she seemed to know instinctively. Do all mothers read minds?
She hated my music but bought me a stereo anyway. I don’t know where the money came from. Think she knew how to turn into Santa at that time of year. My father would always complain about the money she spent during the holiday season but he was always the first to be searching for his gifts under the tree.
I remember listening to Elvis in my bedroom. I loved him, still do, big fan and she came in and I was listening to a gospel song of his, ” If We Never Meet Again This Side of Heaven“. I listen to it now and tears flow.
She asked, is that him? I nodded. She replied with, ” I didn’t think he could sing like that.”
I remember grinning and replying with ” told ya so”. She really liked that song and I played it for her again.
Looking back, it was her way of telling me she was dying. She had been diagnosed with cancer and passed 7 months later at 49.
When I’m sad and feel like I’m forgetting what she looked like, I just have to look in the mirror and she’s right there looking back. We looked so much alike.
If you are lucky enough to still have your Mama, take the second Sunday in May to personally express your appreciation for her. If you still live close. consider investing some of your time with her. Grab her hand and allow yourself to recapture the wonder of childhood.
When it comes to motherhood, a lifetime is not nearly enough time to say thanks.
But Mother’s really just need to know you are happy.