It’s that day that comes around once a year. Every year you
celebrate it in some way.
When you’re little, you make a card and you’re so proud to
share it. You get into school and you write a little story that again you’re
proud to share.
As you get older there are more cards – possibly handmade or
maybe store bought as time goes by.
Even if you move to Montana as I did, it’s one of those very
special days when you make that long distance phone call that you know will add
to your phone bill. It’s a short call but it means so much on both ends of that
call.
Back in town again, it becomes cards and visits, maybe even
a weekend visit to really enjoy some quality time together.
As the end draws near, the visits may be more one-sided as
you watch them doze in a chair.
Through all those years – and dreadfully missed when you
live far away – it’s the hugs that are the best. That sinking into the arms of
the one who has held you close from the day you were born. The one whose
heartbeat you instinctively recognize from those months in the womb.
Then suddenly, it sneaks up on you. Mother’s Day. That day
that you have celebrated every year in one way or another because that person
has been there for you from the day you first met.
But that person is gone. That person can’t give you that
physical hug any more. That hug that you loved but didn’t fully realize how much you
loved until you could no longer have one.
I’ll live with just the memory of those hugs now and all of
the memories stored since that day I first met my mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom…
