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miss Mama when...
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I miss Mama when
- the first robin of spring appears and the forsythia blooms
- the daffodils force their way through the dirt.
- I wear fuchsia and hear her say, “I like that blouse. It’s my favorite color.”
- I make corn-pone-pie.
- the snowball bush blooms.
- I drive by my parents’ church, the one that I grew up in.
- I drive the Blue Ridge Parkway and the rhododendron is showing off.
- I mess up and hear her say, “Connie, Connie, Connie.”
- we drive past that picnic spot on Route 100 in Carroll County and I almost taste her fried chicken.
- I talk with her old friends.
- I hear “Mack the Knife” on the radio.
- make cut-out cookies, remembering my horrible first experience.
- visit her brother and sister.
- I make cornbread.
- I wear her jewelry.
- I think of how much she loved dogs, and squirrels, and birds, and clouds, and ...
- look at old photos.
- sit by the ocean.
- I think of how she would get mad when my brother hit her with snowballs.
- I make pineapple upside-down cake, adding her secret touch.
- it’s Mother’s Day and I must wear a white corsage instead of pink.
- I wish I could have one more conversation, one more hug, and tell her I love her just one more time.
Do I wish she was here instead of where
she is now residing? Not at all!
Because right now she’s eternally in her
prime; she’s pain free and trouble free. She’s beholding beauty beyond anything we can imagine.
She has been reunited with my brother, Tommy; with her
own precious parents and my Daddy who joined her just a couple of months after
she left us. And best of all she’s with her beloved Savior, Jesus, who had already
prepared a new home for her.
I think often of what my friend, Anna,
said to me a couple weeks after Mama’s home-going: “She’s having more fun than
we are right now.”
How very true, Anna. I ponder that as I
cherish the memories of my dear Mama.
Happy
Mother’s Day, Mama.
What are some favorite things about your
mother? Please share in comments below. Thanks.
©Copyright
2017 Connie Wohlford
Mom had the tenacity to arise early in the morning, fix breakfast and coffee for my dad, while getting dressed and prepared to go to work herself. Leaving five children to go to school for the day, prepared with either lunch, money for food, or prepared food for them to come home to for a quick lunch. Then she would return home in the evenin g to prepare dinner for us all and go about cleaning and often times, restoring the home after those 5 kids messed it up. Of course there was the never ending laundry and caring for her flower gardens and vegetable garden as well as the oversight of the 5 kids. She took it all in stride, not even thinking about the difficulties.
ReplyDeleteYour mom was pretty amazing wasn't she, Ken. You probably didn't realize it at the time.
DeleteBet she also put up a lot of those vegetables from her garden too. Thanks so much for sharing.
Connie, this made me smile (and tear up). "I wish I could have one more conversation, one more hug, and tell her I love her just one more time." Yep, I feel the same way about my mom, and I also wouldn't want her back. Don't you sometimes just wonder what they're doing with Jesus today? Makes me smile. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteYes, Crickett, I do.
DeleteI'm glad my post made you smile and, well cry too, I guess. I cried, smiled, and laughed writing it.
I still have my mom, but I know I won't have her for much longer. I don't know what I will do without her, but I know life goes on. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Sherrie. I'm sure you cherish the time you have with your mom.
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