I searched high and low last night to find a picture of me and my Mom when I was a baby, or when I was little. Come to find out Mom and I must have spent a lot of time just the two of us, because there's a lot of pictures of just me, and few of the two of us prior to me being about 17 or so. I ended up settling for the one to the left, the comments on the back tell me that we were playing patty cake and I was about 4 months old.
Sending Mothers Day wishes to heaven just isn't the same as having her here.
Mothers Day is the day that stings the most. Each passing anniversary hasn't hit me nearly as hard as Mothers Day does. It's the sting of the constant reminder that I don't have a Mom to celebrate in the same way I've always known. Every commercial, every sign - the packed breakfast places, it's hard. I found a niche that works for me, every year since she's been gone I've sent a balloon to heaven with a note written just to her, it helps me get my sadness out, and my readiness to face another year.
I love you Momma - I hope you are celebrating with your Mom!
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