My Mommy!
On a day that this country has set aside to celebrate and honor mothers and motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers throughout society, I would be remiss if I did not take the time to honor and remember the woman
who bore me into the world. If I am perfectly honest with myself, the celebration of Mother’s Day has become a bitter sweet kind of day for me. Why do you ask? The best way that I can explain how I feel is to say that on the one
hand I appreciate and love the way that my own family showers me with love on this day but then on the other hand it reminds me of the fact that I no longer have my mother here  to shower with love. Unfortunately, my mother was taken from us almost 15 years ago as she struggled to fight against the terrible disease of lung cancer. She was only 57 years old. You might be saying to yourself, “That was so long ago.” Believe me, the length of time doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. I’ve come to know that the majority of people who think that I should be over it already, have not
experienced loosing a mother. So please don’t judge me for loving and not wanting to forget.
Although my children will never have the opportunity to meet their “Grammy” (a name that was given to her by my nephew), I make it a point and feel that it is my responsibility, to keep her spirit alive by sharing stories with them
about how great a mother she was to me. It is because of her commitment to our family, that I even have the courage and confidence to share with you through this blog. You see, when I was growing up, it seemed as though
each month I had a new hobby or interest and it was my mother who always encouraged me to pursue those interests no matter how short lived they may have been. I honestly believe that it was her encouragement that helped me
to be a free and creative thinker which is what is the driving force behind my writing. It is also for this reason that I encourage and invest in the interests of my children. It is not only my way of supporting and encouraging them but in some small way it is also my way of honoring my mother’s memory.
As a mother of two young children, I understand and know now more than ever,  how tough and demanding a job being a mother is. There are times when I am so overwhelmed and really do not want to hear another
child say “Mommy!” There are times when I feel unappreciated. Then again, all it takes to bring me back to myself is to hear my 4yr. old say “I love you with all of my heart!” That’s when I know how my mother must have felt and how rewarding a  job motherhood actually is. Oh yeah, one other thing that I take comfort in knowing is that being a mother is one of those jobs that I will never be “laid off” from!

 RIP Mommy, I love you and I miss you dearly.



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