I am a woman in her late 50’s and a mother of three grown kids. I have 6 beautiful grandchildren, one of which is in college, 3 are in high school, 1 in kindergarten and 1 in pre-school. I’m a mom and a gramom. But, I am also a daughter. I speak to my mom every day on the phone. We laugh, we share our day, we talk about everything in between whether good, bad or indifferent. My mom is my best friend and when I interact with her, I feel like a little girl. When I am sick, I call her for comfort. When I am sad, I cry to her. She is my mom and I am her child.
It’s curious that I can be a child while being a gramom at the same time. I have the same relationship with my daughter as I do with my mom. As her mother, She can call me and cry, laugh, tell me about her day and share her heart with me. Yet, at the end of the day when I call my mom, there I am, the child again.
The blessings of a mother keep us going for a lifetime. She is the person who has cradled you in her arms for your whole life. She is the air that you breathe and the heart that keeps you balanced. A mother is the core of who we are. She defines us from birth until death. Our relationship with our mothers’ teaches us about living. We can choose to like or dislike our mother. But the bond between mother and child is extraordinary.
But, time marches on. At this time in my life, it is becoming the natural cycle to see mothers leaving their earthly bodies and moving on. It is the natural order of things but in my mind it is unacceptable. Intellectually, I know that this is the cycle of life but my heart does not want to accept it. As I watch my friends lose their moms, the reality is setting in that time is moving on for my mother and her day will come too. After all, we all will eventually leave this earth. My heart aches from this concept that I could be a child without a mom. The grown woman that I am is the child. My friends are the children. How does one come to terms with losing the most instrumental person in one’s life?
By sharing your life with your mother with no regret. Intimately sharing your love, joy, and gratefulness with this woman who cannot be replaced or replicated. Taking each moment to recognize the essence of this person who has raised you through hard times and good times. Acknowledging that she is a person who once was the child. She lived through triumphs and struggles and became your mainstay. Seeing love through your mother’s eyes.
For all of you, my friends, who have had to say goodbye to your mother, my heart aches for your pain. I pray for comfort in the depths of your heart. As of yet, I cannot completely understand how you feel because I still have the blessing of my mother’s presence on this earth. I hold each and every one of you in my thoughts and prayers always. Hold on tight and know that your mom’s spirit continues to thrive in the breezes, the rain, the sunshine, and the falling leaves. Love never leaves us. From my heart to yours, always and forever.