It’s Mother’s Day. The day children pay homage to Mom, the first defender, the keeper of all special art projects and high school awards, the protector of sunburn and provider of lunch money accounts, the resident cheerleader for a driver’s permit, college acceptance, followed by gainful employment. Then, Mom is a grandmother before you know it, and the love by a Grandmother for her Grandchildren seems exponentially greater the day they say “Grandma”.
I was lucky enough to have my Mom through all of those milestones and beyond. This is my first Mother’s Day without her. I miss sending her flowers, followed by her phone call about how beautiful the arrangement is on her table. I miss telling her about the curiosity and imagination of her 2 year old great Grandson and the videos of her 1 year old great Grandson taking his first steps. I’d like to tell her about my company that helps Seniors relocate to a senior living community. I miss hearing about her day and how good the pie was at dinner. I just plain miss her.
I love Mother’s Day for the arrival of Spring when trees are blooming (in Minnesota – Spring arrives later than for others). I take in the smell of new plants while shopping in garden nurseries, when the farmer’s almanac says it’s okay to start planting after the last frost. I appreciate the time with my own children on Mother’s Day and grateful for how they grew into successful adults and happy people. I crave being with my Grandson’s even though it’s any other day to them. But that’s just it, right? Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, like it’s any other day, but I miss you more.