I could go on and on about my mother. I mean, shoot, she literally made me. Doesn’t get much bigger than that!
She also helped form me.
But I wont go on and on today.
I will just share some memories I have of my mother when I had children of my own.
Seems appropriate for Mother’s Day.
When I had my first child my husband drove us home from the hospital. I always knew he was a keeper but it was solidified after the birth of that first kid. He was normally a fast driver. That day he navigated the pot holes of Providence at a snail’s pace. Was like driving with a ninety year old man. Precious cargo.
We pulled up to our home and my mother was already there. She came out the back door to greet us. And I ran into her arms and cried. I don’t know why.
I never thought I would be a victim of hormones. I was happier than I could ever be. I had a healthy, beautiful daughter and a loving husband.
But I was a victim of hormones.
My mother comforted me.
That day she cared for the baby, my husband and me. Cooked us meals. Cleaned.
And then in the evening she was preparing to go home (only a mile away) and I hugged her and cried.
She was like, “Awwww, honey, you cry when you see me and cry when I’m leaving. I don’t want to go.”
Six years later I had another beautiful child. My mom flew to Texas and was there the next day.
I was out of the hospital in no time because this child was not a C-Section like her sister.
But I was feeling worse each day.
My mom, a nurse, said that I should feel better physically each day and I wasn’t. In pain and sweating. She’s the only person in the world I would let look at me. She told me to call the doctor.
Anyway, problem eventually resolved.
But the one thing I remember, might not be a big deal to anyone else, is that when I got into bed that evening I had the cleanest, freshest sheets.
I could never forget it.
I just love her so much.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
Thank you for everything. For your care, compassion and thoughtfulness. Thank you for being there. Always.
Just Being Mary 