Thank you for thinking about me today.
Mother's Day takes an already difficult day and makes it harder.
Every day is a hard day.
Every day is mother’s day.
She’s been gone seventeen months and a day.
Some days are easier than others, though the loss is forever.
The days cancel each other out.
That’s what happens when the goodbye is that permanent.
Mother’s day is the day when I pick up the phone to tell her that Jordan got braces.
It’s the day I run to her to ask for her advice.
Brandon got braces. Jordan got a girlfriend. Jordan broke his leg. I received an award.
What should we do about school, Mom?
She always believed in public school education.
Wonder what she would say now.
She's missing today, though she's already missed so much.
I hate how time is going on without her.
I hate that she isn't seeing her grandchildren grow up.
Mom and I weren’t best friends.
We didn’t lunch and latte and pretend we were besties.
She was my mother. I was her daughter.
She instilled in me lessons that are clear now only in her absence--
How I raise my children, how she would want me to live my life.
Which makes the loss that much greater.
I never understood others’ pain.
Now that I have experienced it myself, I don’t wish it upon another.
We are a club you don’t ever want to be a part of, yet,
No one can ever understand until they live it.
Mom taught me to be gracious in the midst of turmoil.
Today, unlike any other day, I will heed her call.
That’s what she would want me to do.
That’s how I will pay tribute to her legacy.
That’s how I will make it through the day.
By doing what she would want me to do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there.
Every day is Mother’s Day.