LIFE IS A BLUR OF BUSY.
and then you are gone.
You would have loved my Mom.
She was a kick. Funny, quirky, always in motion. Most of my childhood memories are of her teaching me how to do things and flying by carrying a basket of laundry. The hand she was dealt was not always an easy one. Rough upbringing, good too, but rough, as it was for many people who grew up during WWII. She married young and immediately had a family ….and of her 4 children – two had disabilities, in a day and age when there were not the services and support there are today. But like most scrappy women of her generation, she never expected a rose garden and so instead she planted them!
Growing up, our flat Nebraska yard played host to 100 or so Rose bushes. Can you imagine? Raising 4 kids and 100 rose bushes? (Maybe that will be then name of my book.- “Four Kids and 100 Rose Bushes”)!! But My Mom did raise them, and nurture and care for them, and they were her pride and joy, the thing that was all hers, and she would drive from our modest home in Lincoln, Nebraska to the big Capital metropolis – Omaha , to enter “Rose Shows”. My Mom always came home with an armload of ribbons. Once she even allowed me to enter what I have since found out was a new hybrid rose of the day called “Little Darling”. My tiny roses were displayed in a precious porcelain baby carriage, carefully placed by my 6-year-old hand with her help and I too came home with a trophy as long as my arm…the only trophy I ever won. I cherished it and still have it.
My Mom died 6 1/2 years ago. I miss her every day. Especially I miss talking about the kids with her. Only the one who loved YOU that much can listen for hours on end about the ones you love THAT much and never tire of the stories and the antics. I wish she could see how grown up the kids are, how Tate is tall and handsome like her brothers and Cooper looks to be following in his footsteps. And Phoebe, I wish she could see how beautiful she is, inside and out. I wish I could ask her how she managed 4 teens…and thank her for putting up with me during my rough teen years when I rebelled and pulled away…. I wish she were here.
….and I wish my Mom could see my paintings…all which come from the place inside me that she helped grow.
You never stop needing a Mom, even when you are way too old and they are long gone. There is something she gave me that no other person on earth can ever touch. … and I miss that so much.
Happy Mother’s day.