This day marks the fifth Mother’s Day without my Mom. I have to be honest and tell you that this is a difficult day for me. Mother’s Day has changed for me not having my Mom earth side to share with. She is with the angels and there’s not a day that goes by that I wish that wasn’t true. To lose my only and only Mom is a cross I have to bear in life. I have a ritual I hug my kids, look at pictures of her, sing her favourite song, and light a candle in memory of the light she emanated from her beautiful being. My sons are my everything who brought me back from the abyss of post partum depression and a cloak of grief so intense it hurt to breathe most days. My sons who spread their love and light and make me feel the best gift I’ve ever been given is to be their Mom. ?
I will dedicate my thankful list to my Mom who always encouraged me to shine like a star. ?
I’m thankful for all the late nights she stayed up with me rocking me to sleep even though she was exhausted with my Dad’s work schedule.
I’m thankful for all the lullabies she sang to me night and day. I lived to hear the sound of her voice it was beautiful and one of the things I miss about her the most.
I’m thankful for everything she read to me whether it was a Disney book or a Readers Digest. She gave me my love of the written word. And taught me of the amazing adventures that I could have in the pages of a book.
I’m thankful for all the songs she taught me. From moving spiritual hymns to an Irish tune. Danny Boy was one of her favourites. I grew up listening and learning as her and my Gram sang it. This song holds the most amazing memories for me. I sing it every year for her and imagine our heavenly duet filling the sky with our voices.
I’m thankful for her love of Elvis Presley. By the time I was seven I had heard and memorized every song, saw all his movies, and pours over every magazine article. I’m proud that I was raised in the “church” of Elvis. I still have a love and appreciation for his music.
I’m thankful for our amazing storytelling ability. With her words and inflection in her voice she made stories come to life, and the characters jumped off the bed. She had wonderful impressions and voices that made these characters feel like family to me. One of my favourite thing to do with my kids is read to them. They always say “do the voice Mom that make me laugh.”
I’m thankful for how loving she was to family and friends. She would always have the kettle on and ready for a chat and a pot of tea. Kids in my neighbourhood always knew they could come to our house to have a meal or a shoulder to cry on. It made me feel proud that she was loved by so many.
I’m thankful for her talent in the kitchen. She could make a yummy casserole by putting in everything but the kitchen sink. She loved to grocery shop and loved getting my sister and I a special treat for our lunches. I still can’t eat a twinkly without thinking of my Mom.
I’m thankful for her laughter. She could laugh politely when she had too. But I loved the most is if she thought something so funny she’d throw back her head and roar with laughter. I was always doing goofy things to make her giggle it was music to my ears.
I’m thankful for how I felt when I was with her, loved and important. She made every conversation I had with her priority. Whether I was talking about the mundane life of Dick and Jane, or sad about failing a math test, or happy about a story I was writing and I felt connected to my words. She was my gift and I’m so grateful for her bringing me into the world so I could fall in love marry my amazing husband, and become a Mom to our precious sons.
*There is no linkup with the TTOT group this week because of our dear Lizzi’s computer failing. I still wanted to write my post and honour the memory of my beloved Mama.*?