Mom

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about moms, grandmothers and all that it means to hold a tiny baby in your arms. Maybe it was because my “tiny baby” is going to be 14 months old tomorrow! But recently, my mom gave me some pictures of her childhood and I haven’t stopped thinking about “moms” since then.

My favorite picture is of my grandmother sitting in a café with my mom on her lap and she’s less than a year old—probably 7 or 8 months old. The picture captures their personalities well and it reminds me that we were all babies once, even my mom! And I think about how wonderful it is that I have been so cared for by them both. My grandmother passed away June 17, 2003. But I still think about her almost every day. My aunt still struggles with her death, daily, and especially on Grandma’s birthday and mother’s day.

As a mother, the two most important lessons I’ve learned are to love your kids and spend as much time with them as you can. You can’t replace time spent and you just can’t love them enough. At the end of the day, I know my mom loves me and there is a wholeness to that that keeps me grounded. Mother’s day isn’t until next month, but give your mom a hug today, or call her, or say a little prayer for her if she’s passed on. Mom, I love you.