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27 Mothers Days Without my mom

By: Dr. Jane Richardson

She was the definition of kindness and generosity. 

She was the premier example of good manners and a gracious heart. 

She was the most stunning person in the room with her effervescent smile. 

She was the secret keeper for serious talks, sad times, and thunderstorm fears. 

She was the driver for sewing classes, tennis matches, swim meets, and sailing lessons. 

She was the person who taught me the value of loud music especially when Tom Jones was singing. 

  

She was the person who could get any party started with her boundless energy and tap-dancing skills. 

She was the enforcer of family rituals for holding doors, housewarming gifts, thank you notes, and nightly prayers. 

She was the referee for all things combative with my brothers like snapping rubber band fights, kicking matches, and slamming doors. 

  

She was the person who believed in my ice-skating dreams and allowed me to skate in the house on our new carpet. 

She was the hostess for Christmas caroling parties, hopping like a bunny to our Easter baskets, and birthday cakes with sponge candy. 

She was my mom, my person, and my inspiration. She understood what I could not say. She held me tight, kept me close, and looked me in the eye. 

I remember being the apple of her eye.  

I remember the sacrifices she made for me.  

I remember the battles she fought on my behalf. 

We were inseparable and we still are. I feel her warm hugs. 

I hear her cheer over the distinct “woosh” sound a golf club makes when the ball is hit well. 

I see her in the lovely bell-shaped lily of the valley flowers she loved so much and symbolize happiness.  

My mom personified happiness. She lit up my life like bright sunshine in the early morning. 

Every day with my mom was full of love, laughter, and happiness. She was simply the best. 

I love you endlessly Mom … Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day! 

One reply on “27 Mothers Days Without my mom”

“She was my mom, my person, and my inspiration. She understood what I could not say. She held me tight, kept me close, and looked me in the eye.

I remember being the apple of her eye. 

I remember the sacrifices she made for me. 

I remember the battles she fought on my behalf.

We were inseparable and we still are. I feel her warm hugs. “
Thank you for writing this. My Mother is the other half of my heart.

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