“My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.”
It is a beautiful, sunny Mother’s Day.
This morning I filled my heart with memories of my mother. Thinking about her made me smile. I miss her today as I do every day.
My mother had a generosity of spirit. She was funny and smart and the belle of every ball. She always had music going in the kitchen as she worked so she could sing along. She played Frank and Tony and Johnny and from her I learned the old songs. My mother drew all the relatives, and her house was filled. My cousins visited often. She was their favorite aunty. My mother loved to play Big Boggle, and we’d sit for hours at the kitchen table and play so many games we’d lose track of the time. Christmas was always amazing, and she passed this love to all of us. We traveled together, she and I, and my mother was game for anything. I remember Italy and my mother and me after dinner at the hotel bar where she’d enjoy her cognac. She never had it any other time, but we’re on vacation she said and anything goes. I talked to her just about every day, as did my sisters. I loved it when she came to visit. We’d shop, have dinner out then play games at night. I always waited on her when was here. I figured it was the least I could do.
My mother loved extreme weather shows, TV judges and crime. She never missed Judge Judy. She also liked quiz shows and she and I used to play Jeopardy together on the phone at night. She always had a crossword puzzle book with a pen inside on the table beside her chair, and I used to try and fill in some of the blanks. On the dining room table was often a jig saw puzzle, and we all stopped to add pieces on the way to the kitchen. My mother loved a good time.
She did get feisty, and I remember flying slippers aimed at my head when I was a kid. She expertly used mother’s guilt and, “I’ll do it myself,” was her favorite weapon. We sometimes drove her crazy, and she let us know, none too quietly.We never argued over politics. She kept her opinions close. We sometimes argued over other things, but the arguments never lasted long.
I still think to reach for the phone and call my mother when I see something interesting or have a question I know only she can answer. When I woke up this morning, my first thought was of her.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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May 9, 2010 at 1:39 pm
It is a bitter-sweet weekend. Yesterday my daughter graduated from Michigan State University and today the family is together to celebrate Mothers Day. But we so miss those that have gone before us who were not at a family milestone and are honored only in memory today.
May 9, 2010 at 10:11 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I woke up and said aloud Happy Mother’s Day knowing that she’ll hear it.
You are right-they are so missed.
May 9, 2010 at 1:43 pm
No mothers day over here until last sunday in this month.
Your mother sonds great and she seemes to have had the same taste in music as my mother has. I grew up with those artists too 🙂
Sunny here today even if they said we wouldn´t get any sunshine until tomorrow 🙂 Have You seen the film Avatar? If not do so, it is fantastic! I bought it and has already seen it twice this weekend! 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
May 9, 2010 at 10:13 pm
Christer,
My mother was wonderful and fun and funny and generous and on and on.
It was a chilly day today and is a cold night tonight!
I haven’t seen it. It is on the list of must see.
May 9, 2010 at 1:57 pm
i know our moms are of the same vinatge, judge judy and all! when i was a kid mother’s day was a pain, some horrendous duty that i was pained to remember.
now i know how numbered these mother’s days are
i celibrate them with her to the fullest.
May 9, 2010 at 10:14 pm
Greg,
Being a girl, I never had a problem with Mother’s Day-I think the pain was more of a boy thing. I was always excited to find just the right present at Woolworth’s.
I treasure the time I spent with my mother.
May 9, 2010 at 2:01 pm
That’s a wonderful tribute to your Mom. I think of my Mom daily too. We shared some wonderful times together, laughter, going to movies, she even taught me how to cook. We used to cook dinners together and later competed against each other, me on the outdoor charcoal grill, Mom on the four burner gas grill. It was always a Sunday feast.
May 9, 2010 at 10:15 pm
Thank you, Z&Me
I laughed at the cooking. When she cooked, I was her sous chef. Later, when I did the big dinners, she was mine.
She was a great lady.
May 9, 2010 at 2:55 pm
A marvelous post, Kathy.
May 9, 2010 at 10:15 pm
Thank you, my friend!
May 10, 2010 at 10:11 am
I know your mother would be so proud that you share so much of her and your wonderful life with us all!
thank you for being a comforting voice everyday kat!
xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxxox
May 10, 2010 at 10:34 am
Splendid,
I am ever so thankful for you and my other Coffee friends who join me and my memories.