I have been thinking about my mom a lot today. Today is her first birthday since her death. She would have been 92. I miss her a lot, but this week especially the memories are bubbling up. I also have been reviewing some old photos. When I was kid, I was never thrilled when people said I was just like Mom. I can picture myself rolling my eyes and giving an exasperated sigh as only a bored thirteen year old can do. But now, I welcome the comparisons!
Some photos show that we even looked a bit alike.
I wish she were here to celebrate. But I’ll make a point to see Dad this weekend, maybe bring a birthday cake for us to enjoy. I will buy some flowers to brighten up the house. I’ll actually cook—an activity I do not always practice—and make some of her favorites: pork roast with lots of onions, scalloped potatoes, and maybe even her orange spice Jello salad. For the last year, Mom and I had the habit of watching movies together on Saturday night. This weekend, I will watch The Music Man, the movie I had planned to watch with her the weekend she died. She would have loved it—romance, music, nostalgic times! It will be a bittersweet weekend, but I value all the memories I have of her.
Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you. I miss you. I trust you will be looking down on us as we each celebrate your life in our own way. As you celebrate with all the friends and family there in heaven with you, don’t forget to tell them about the time a gorilla serenaded you! And remember that we treasure the many gifts you have given us over the years including these:
- A love of Nature, especially dogs and birds and gardens
- A willingness to help others
- A positive attitude that demonstrates you just need to decide to be happy
- A love of poetry and quotes
- A friendly approach to life that makes everyone a friend
Thanks, Mom, as I try to live your life lessons, I hope to make you proud!
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My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her. Jodi Picoult
As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her. Kristin Hannah
Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. Ambrose Bierce
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. Jewish Proverb
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. Tenneva Jordan
The phrase “working mother” is redundant. Jane Sellman
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face. George Eliot
Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother. Jane Welsh Carlyle