I miss Mama when...
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.
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