“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 damp, chilly 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.
(from May 2010)
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May 8, 2011 at 1:37 pm
I would have loved to be able to write something like that about my mother, but I think I´ll only say that my mother and Your mother were very different 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
May 8, 2011 at 9:49 pm
Christer,
I was really lucky in the mother I had. It has never been in doubt. I was the envy of many of my friends.
May 8, 2011 at 2:01 pm
I was in Papa Joes at 9.00 am picking up fruit and bread. Half the customers in the checkout lines were guys clutching bouquets of flowers. It’s been nearly eleven years since my Mother passed and I am still resentful.
Maggie has a card and gift ready to go we have a dinner reservation this evening.
May 8, 2011 at 9:50 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I am just as resentful. It wasn’t right.
May 8, 2011 at 3:30 pm
I just woke up and I miss my mom something fierce..
May 8, 2011 at 9:50 pm
Lori,
I do every day.
May 8, 2011 at 4:23 pm
My Mother was a cute little English lady from Britain and her trying to adjust to a US lifestyle sometimes left us laughing out loud. But I too miss the woman who was the most important person in my life for years. She too had an answer for everything and I miss her sense of humor most. I think of her often.
May 8, 2011 at 4:54 pm
Zoey, me too ! my Mother came when she was in her late 40s. As well as being funny she had a tendency to “miss”…so Barry Manilow became Gary Antelope.
She also said that everywhere she went she saw the number 42, and to this day we see it a lot
May 8, 2011 at 9:51 pm
Z&Me,
I think of my mother a lot and miss her every day. When a TV program was on I figured she’d love, I’d call her right away. I think I spoke to her just about every day.