Mommas’ 80th Birthday
My Mom left too soon. She had 80 love filled years but at the end she wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready either. She was such an amazing person. She worried about everyone and wanted to “fix” all their problems. She was a Nurse by profession until she was 70 and it was truly her calling. She died April 19, 2016.
Today is her birthday. I miss her so much it still hurts my heart. Every funny thing that happens I want to tell her about. Every scary thing I need her comfort. Every challenging thing I seek her support. She was such a huge presence in my daily life that there is still a hole. We were more than Mom and daughter, we were friends.
Momma and her Momma
She wasn’t perfect by any means. I remember the hard, demanding and opinionated person she could be too. Do I have scars, yep. But then so did she. I made her cry and hurt her feeling a lot. If she pushed, I’d push back twice as hard. She wanted the world for my brother, sister and I. She expected us to attain greatness. She got to see them attain it before she left and she was so proud, telling complete strangers about them. I was just “Doo”, I always joked my nickname meant “do this, and do that”.
She could make anyone laugh. We spend many nights laughing until our sides hurt. When she saw the movie about Patch Adams it spoke to her. She believed humor and laughing would cure most of the worlds ills. So today I choose to laugh and make others laugh too! (Well maybe not on this post… )
My eulogy for her was:
Today I’ve lost one of the anchors in my life. Someone whose life is so entwined in mine and the threads woven so beautifully that I sit here wondering how this tapestry of my life could ever be the same. How can an artist complete a painting never using one its main colors to finish or a musician never using a chord in the foundation of the chorus in the song. I know it can be done and that God’s plan is perfect, yet as I stand in the eye of this storm I have so many questions. “Why is it that…” Tomorrow or some day soon I will have to dream different dreams and set different goals. But now I sit in this grief and reflect on the lessons it is teaching me. I know I am only one thread and she was the artist who taught me to weave my life around those I love. I am honored to have her as my Mother. And blessed she was my friend.
Where do I begin? In the middle of course! Y’all already know I’m far from organized! I made it a year in the Post-a-day challenge but couldn’t follow-up the second year.. I guess I get an E for effort?
So here we go…
I have completed a few quilts. Though for the life of me I can’t find the pictures. I finally finished the “Bubbles” Quilt.. I like how it turned out. I really need to do more thread painting to improve my skills though! This is my current project. It’s been slow going but I’m enjoying the process.
We’ve spent a lot of time at my Mom’s house playing and spending “family” time.
There’s been a lot of celebrating. Birthdays, Mothers Day, Graduation of #3 and yes Enlistment into the Marines. (I’m counting down the days until he leaves with a heavy heart.)
We’ve had too many medical scares. Still more that have not been resolved but we also celebrated getting braces off after three long years!
DD and I went to see One Direction. (That’s a boy band for those of y’all without teenage girls in the house.) The Amphitheatre was filled with 20,000 screaming girls! I’m still trying to recoup from that! I’ve got a new grand puppy (yes, again!) Her Name is Sophia. She’s the first for #2 and his GF! I’ve got to get that quilt done in the next two weeks!
Last but of course not least. I finally got my first tattoo! I love it and am already planning my next!
Hoping I can get back to some semblance of routine but I’m not counting on it. Taking it one breath at a time!
- I Love Color and a Giveaway! (quiltingismytherapy.com)
- Making A Quilt #quilt (critichousewife.wordpress.com)
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Today is a day to celebrate the women in your life that nurtured and taught you. Those women who took care of not only your basic needs but loved on you. I don’t think it has anything to do with giving birth. Now don’t get me wrong here, I did give birth to four really strange children.. I didn’t make them this way, honest, they were like that when they were born .. okay,I may have helped their peculiarities grow..
Take a moment to think of all the women that have stepped through your life that taught you, that loved on you.. I think women like that are special.. let’s face it we’re not all nice like that.. going a step beyond. I hope I have been.. at least a time or two.
My Mom is and has been my best friend for my entire adult life. She’s always there to listen , to laugh, to nag, and to build me up when I have torn myself down. Her love is unconditional and unending. But there have also been women throughout my life that I have learned so much from. They took the extra time to talk, to teach, to love.
On this day I think of each of them.. they all have left traces of themselves in my life. I thank God he put them in my life to mother me. And to teach me how to mother.. not just the children He gave me but also those he put in my path.
I wish you a Happy Mothers’ Day.. and to the guys out there who are the mothers in their children’s lives, you deserve this day too. I would like to think it is the act of mothering we are recognizing.. not the act of giving birth.