When everyone on Facebook starting posting pictures of them with their moms, I was not excited. I mean, I’m truly happy for those friends and family who still have their moms here; it just felt like a bit of salt in the wound to see all of the fun pictures. But, those things happen, and I got over it.
And then suddenly, I remembered this old picture of my mom and me, taken in 1984, that I love.
Isn’t it totally Bennett with long hair? Crazy!
This weekend, I’m celebrating the 30 wonderful Mother’s Days I had with my own mom, and choosing not to think about the last one she was here, which was painful. I’m enjoying my boys and their antics, and their dad, and his antics, too. Our weekend will be filled with baseball games, birthday parties, playing games together, grilling out, and just enjoying each others’ company. Because I want my boys to grow up remembering that Mother’s Day is a celebration, and not a day that I’m mourning what I’m missing, even though that’s a part of it, too.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you out there daily doing the hard work that is demanded of you, with little thanks much of the time. What you’re doing is worth the effort!
For a beautiful post from a daughter who has also lost her mother too soon, click over to Everyday Epistle, where my friend Aimee writes so eloquently.