Today my mother would have been 98, had she not passed away 15 years ago. She is instead an eternal angel who probably is quietly giggling as she watches from a distant cloud.
At least I like to think that.
Her life was not an easy one, with responsibilities hitting her hard and early amidst the Great Depression and WWII. She survived it all, raised a family, and got us through many difficult moves, losses of pets, first days of school, and more. She took great joy in that. But I wonder if she would have liked to have had an opportunity to explore her talents.
She probably would have enjoyed college. Maybe she wished she could have a “girls weekend” or vacationed in a spa.
Instead, she planned meals, cleaned the kitchen, signed book reports, and held down the fort while my father traveled for business. She was quiet around others, but quite the dry wit around us. I like to think I inherited her grit. So many times I wish I could sit down with her and talk about things.
So I do anyway.
I picture her listening, and maybe smiling at me. It feels so real. Because I sincerely believe she is with me more often than not. But maybe occasionally she’s using her wings to explore a sunny beach.
Or hang gliding over the Rockies.
Or just enjoying watching us. She is just one of the many strong women who helped make it possible for us baby boomers to go further than she ever dreamed.
Thank you Mother. And happy birthday.
“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.”
Abraham Lincoln
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