Mother’s Day….such a special day, I’ve spent several school years making cards and arts and crafts for the two most important women in my life. Every year they would act surprised and shocked and explain how my “gift” would be placed on their desk at work or placed on the fireplace at home so all could see. I beamed every time thankful that my gift was well received & perfectly crafted. Once I started high school the buying gifts dilemma started, what do you buy a woman that has everything? What do you buy someone with $13? Of course a teddy bear and card! What mom doesn’t need that? But you can’t repeat that the following year so a coffee mug is a must to have down on the list. Each year I bought random gifts and my mom loved each one, by this time my mom would buy my gift for my grandma and I would just add my name to the card.
Once I became a mother I realized that the homemade gifts ARE beautiful and the cards with the words Mother’s Day mushed up together are priceless. My grandma and mom weren’t playing, there were really happy that I took time out of my busy play time to focus and create a masterpiece for them. I love seeing my child so happy to honor all the moms in his life, it’s a blessing in itself.
Now as a adult and a mom myself I spend more money on my mom’s gift and a longer time picking out a card…not because I have to prove to her that she was the best mom ever, but just to show her I appreciate all she has done for me and my family and that I’m grateful she’s my mom.
In 2008 my grandmother passed away and my mother lost her mother… My mom lost her best friend. I lost one of my best friends…I thought how could we go on? How can we celebrate Mother’s Day again without grandma?! I couldn’t phantom smiling and embracing Mother’s day knowing I could never give my grandmother a card or a new housecoat or pair of slippers again. But what really made me stop and think was mom would no longer have a mother! She wouldn’t be able to hug the woman that brought her into the world. The first Mother’s Day after my grandma’s passing came and it was almost like any Mother’s Day until we talked about my grandmother and how she would dress sharp as a tact & have her Mother’s Day hat on with the rest of the Mothers of the Church. I began to mourn all over, not just for me losing my grandmother, but for my mom losing her mom. I couldn’t imagine not having my mother. No matter how she may irk a nerve every now and then, she is my mother and I am her first born! This is the woman that kissed my boo boos, hot combed my hair Sunday nights, and saved money so every Christmas was better than the last. The woman who carried me 9 months and still carries me to this day spiritually and emotionally when I’m down.
The strength my mother shows is remarkable and I know there are a lot of other women and men mourning the loss of a mother or a grandmother I want to encourage you and let you know that each year that passes you get stronger and know you didn’t lose a loved one…you gained an angel!
To those who are blessed to still have your mother and or grandmother in your life please cherish these moments and not just on holidays but everyday.