Moms have the hardest job, and I never fully realized that until I became one. In the 12 years since my Mom went to heaven, I have gotten married and had 2 little girls, and there are still many moments each day I want to tell her about something. A decade has brought me less grief and more clarity. So after all these years, I would want her to know:
I am now the one in charge of cleaning the house. Scary thought for anyone who saw how messy I was as a child.
Both of my girls have cut their hair at age 6, and I told them about the times I let people cut my hair at their age and how much trouble I got in. Mom would have laughed so hard that I am now on the other side!
Was I as loud as my children are? If so, I am sorry.
My girls follow the same 2 cookie rule we had as kids. Even I still only have 2 cookies. The guilt never goes away…..
For all those questions I used to ask, like “Why is the sky blue,” well, now I know how difficult that is to answer. I believe now that she actually WAS smart!
I wish I had let her teach me to cook and sew when she wanted, (or one of the two at least).
Even though it should have embarrassed me, I loved that my high school friends loved her!
I am passing on her love of the Bible to my girls. They are growing up knowing that Jesus loves them.
Hearing I am like her makes me tear up.
When I think of all the things she did for others, it makes me want to be like her even more.
I wish we could drink tea while getting to know each other as adults rather than mother and daughter.
Some days I just want to ask how she survived our younger years. I think she would have loved to tell me!
She is the benchmark I compare myself to as a mother and wife. I hope I can be a fraction of all she was to us.
One thing I think she would have loved is the birthday party we have for her each year. The girls and I pick out a “store boughten” cake and sing Happy Birthday. For me it is still bittersweet, but her grandchildren have a blast. She would love their smiling faces as they hear stories about their Mimi.
So many of the things she said now make sense to me, such as “Because I am the mother, that’s why!” Another good one is, “Don’t make me pull this car over!”
I know she would be proud of me, but I want her to know I am proud of her for raising three good kids. Two kids is so much work that I can’t imagine a third.
Mom would have gotten a kick out of the cute things my girls say and do. And she would have loved to hear their giggles.
Although 23 years does not seem like enough time, I could not imagine having anyone else as my mom. Thank you Mom!
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