I love words. The Written Word. I've not always been really good at just saying what I mean so I write. And when I failed at that, I loved getting cards, the right card for birthdays, mothers day and fathers day, etc to say exactly how I felt. After my mom passed last year, I went through her dresser drawers looking for pics and such...and came across so many cards from her children and grandchildren that she had saved...I recalled getting this one card that had a bookmark attached with it...and I found it! I brought all the cards I'd given her home with me...that was a treasure in itself. My mom loved being a mom and grandmom. Even to her death she was praying I'd meet my soulmate before she died...but she told me shortly before she passed that she was proud of me and what I'd done with my life. I promised her on her deathbed that I would find 'the one' but she'd have to go looking ahead for me. I wasn't going to settle for anyone who didn't accept me the way my mom did.
The following phrase comes off of the bookmark
that was attached to the card I gave her...I know alot of my friends
have lost their moms and so this goes out to ya too... and Mom(I know
you're listening and watching), I love you
Mother, thank you for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself...
you for encouraging the dreamer in me and for loving me through each
and every fad and phase, and for accepting my ideas when they were
different from your own...
Thank you for having faith during the
times when I had to do it on my own, and for being there when things
didn't work out exactly how I thought they would.
Thank you for all that you are - my wonderful, wise, and loving mother.
Mothers Day 2014. As I sit here in my new place on Mother's Day....I
miss her even more. I'm reminded each day in some small way about how
she is with me...but the funniest ironic thing of all is all these years
my Mom wanted me back in church...and prayed for me a job to be happy
in...Well Mama...you got it...I work in a building that used to be a
Church...now it's a historical landmark and the sanctuary will be
forever like a church. Three doors to my office and two of them lead to
the sanctuary...and of course MY OFFICE??? it's the Pastor's Office. So
she's still smiling and laughing...as she got me back home and in
church. I love you and miss you Mom.