Today is my first Mother's Day without my mom. I lost her three months ago. I was sure this would be a very sad day, and it is to a point, because I miss her so much. But I have decided to take this day and celebrate all that my mother was.
My mother was a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She had a huge heart and loved unconditionally. Many don't have that and despite my mother's faults, I know she loved her children.
There are so many little things about my mother, 492 of them. lol, inside joke. My sister will get this. I know I posted quite a bit about mom when she passed. But today, it's about the fun things, the loving things.
Many who know my family will understand that I am very much like my mother. Not in looks, of course, took after dad and Nana in that respect, but certainly personality-wise. We are both soft spoken, generally quiet people. Easily sensitive and hurt, though I can't say that's a good thing. But it is an honest one.
Mom wasn't a strong person, but she didn't need to be. My grandmother was strong enough for both of them. I mentioned before that my grandmother was my mother's rock. It had always been that way, and not something I would ever question.
Mom had a wonderful life growing up in Colorado. She loved her mountains, and when the snow recedes, we will lay her to rest amid her beloved Rockys and the purple of the columbines. We know that will make her happy.
I am so glad my mother is at peace now. As fulfilling and fun as her young life was, her adult life was full of pain, illness and regret. Many times, I wish I could have made things easier for her. Wish that she'd not been struck with so many health issues, so much depression.
But I digress....
Mom grew up in Colorado, as I said. I've listened to many fascinating stories about our family and the coal mines of Crested Butte, great grandparents, summers spent in the mountains fly fishing and running through the fields. Sounds divine to me. :)
Another point that stands out, is my mother was always, always proud of me. Proud of my writing, proud of own mothering, proud of who I became, proud of ME. And unlike so many busy adults, she showed it, said it. I will be forever grateful that my mother showed me her love.
Mom and I were close. We shared a lot of the same anxieties, but mostly we shared many of the same hobbies and interests. Both lovers of Star Trek (the old version), crocheting, camping, nature and the outdoors, We both enjoyed cooking and baking. We both liked lazing around watching children's cartoons. My mother liked to collect things, as I do. Her most treasured collection was her lions...in any form or media. My mother was a Leo.
I could never truly encapsulate my mother in a short blog. She was a complicated woman, as most human beings are. She lived not quite 70 years. That's a lot of life to put into a few short paragraphs.
As I sit and remember my mother, I hope that all my family and friends will cherish their mothers this day. I'm not so naive to not know every mother is worth the love of her child, but for those with no mother, or one that is not worthy, my mother will love you. She always had enough to go around.
My mother was a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She had a huge heart and loved unconditionally. Many don't have that and despite my mother's faults, I know she loved her children.
There are so many little things about my mother, 492 of them. lol, inside joke. My sister will get this. I know I posted quite a bit about mom when she passed. But today, it's about the fun things, the loving things.
Many who know my family will understand that I am very much like my mother. Not in looks, of course, took after dad and Nana in that respect, but certainly personality-wise. We are both soft spoken, generally quiet people. Easily sensitive and hurt, though I can't say that's a good thing. But it is an honest one.
Mom wasn't a strong person, but she didn't need to be. My grandmother was strong enough for both of them. I mentioned before that my grandmother was my mother's rock. It had always been that way, and not something I would ever question.
Mom had a wonderful life growing up in Colorado. She loved her mountains, and when the snow recedes, we will lay her to rest amid her beloved Rockys and the purple of the columbines. We know that will make her happy.
I am so glad my mother is at peace now. As fulfilling and fun as her young life was, her adult life was full of pain, illness and regret. Many times, I wish I could have made things easier for her. Wish that she'd not been struck with so many health issues, so much depression.
But I digress....
Mom grew up in Colorado, as I said. I've listened to many fascinating stories about our family and the coal mines of Crested Butte, great grandparents, summers spent in the mountains fly fishing and running through the fields. Sounds divine to me. :)
Another point that stands out, is my mother was always, always proud of me. Proud of my writing, proud of own mothering, proud of who I became, proud of ME. And unlike so many busy adults, she showed it, said it. I will be forever grateful that my mother showed me her love.
Mom and I were close. We shared a lot of the same anxieties, but mostly we shared many of the same hobbies and interests. Both lovers of Star Trek (the old version), crocheting, camping, nature and the outdoors, We both enjoyed cooking and baking. We both liked lazing around watching children's cartoons. My mother liked to collect things, as I do. Her most treasured collection was her lions...in any form or media. My mother was a Leo.
I could never truly encapsulate my mother in a short blog. She was a complicated woman, as most human beings are. She lived not quite 70 years. That's a lot of life to put into a few short paragraphs.
As I sit and remember my mother, I hope that all my family and friends will cherish their mothers this day. I'm not so naive to not know every mother is worth the love of her child, but for those with no mother, or one that is not worthy, my mother will love you. She always had enough to go around.
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