There is no single person in our lives who has more influence than our Moms. Good or bad, right or wrong, these women make us who we are and help to determine what we become. They say that we can grow up because of our parents or in spite of them, and that holds the most truth for mothers. Even in their absence, they can shape us and teach us, or show us how to teach ourselves.
My own Mom passed away nearly ten years ago, and for a while I thought that I had lost her forever, that I hadn’t had her nearly long enough. It took me some time, but I finally realized that she had done what she had set out to do. She had taught us what she needed to, and there were lessons that were either understood by then, or never would be. I know now that I hadn’t lost her, not really. I know that she’s still around and that I still have her. I may not have her in the way one would like to, but she’s here, she’s with me and my brother and my sister. She isn’t gone as long as we know that she’s still has her arms around us in a different kind of hug. Her voice isn’t audible but we still hear her words of encouragement and support, and sometimes, a quick and necessary reprimand. She’s still smiling when we are and sheds tears right along with us when we’re hurt or scared or brokenhearted.
I’m posting this on the eve of Mother’s Day because I intend to have my own little celebration. I’ll sleep in and have my morning cup of coffee while still in bed. When we sit down for dinner in the evening, I may not set another place at the table, but there will be one chair there that won’t be empty. My Mom will be there, asking us if we have room for dessert.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you from the Farm and all of its’ critters.
Your Mother Is Always With You…
Your mother is always with you…
She’s the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.
She’s the cool hand on your brow
when you’re not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s crystallized in every tear drop.
She’s the place you came from,
your first home…
She’s the map you follow
with every step that you take.
She’s your first love
and your first heart break…
and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space…
Not even death…
will ever separate you
from your mother…
You carry her inside of you…