Yesterday was Mother's Day! And mine was lovely. Obviously I got lots of flowers of all sorts (some of them edible and YUM). And there were texts and emails and phone calls for the people I most love in this world and well, it would have been hard to make it a better day!
I was lauded and applauded and doted upon. We started with french toast and the Outlander Finale (more on that later this week) and ended with watching funny video's and eating M&M's. Somewhere in the middle was an awesome spaghetti and meatball dinner that required absolutely nothing from me other than appreciation. I talked to all of the kiddos and that is always the very best part. As always, Mother's Day brings to mind all of the other mothers throughout my life. Most of them no longer with us. My Great Grandmother, both of my grandmother's, my mothers-in-law (including step) and, as always, my own mother. This is one of the days when I miss them the most. But Mother's Day is also the day when I smile while thinking about them. My memories are like snapshots. I remember my great grandmother with her flowered dresses and sensible shoes, hair up in a topknot, carrying a gigantic "cake' made of popcorn balls. The first memory that comes to mind with my father's mother is her, so very patiently teaching me how to make home made egg noodles. My mother's mother - my Nana - however, is a series of quick shots, each of them featuring her as a calm center in the middle of the kind of chaos that only 5 grandchildren can bring to any gathering. Nothing ever flustered Nana, Ever. The picture I first remember of Tim's mom is her wearing a beautiful lacy ice blue dress at her only daughter's wedding. She was so pleased and so proud. I don't know if she ever said the actual words, but it was on her face and in her body language and it was so beautiful to see. My own mother? Well of course I have so very many. Hundreds of them, thousands, probably millions of little mental snapshots of my mom, just being who she was. And oddly the thing I miss most is buying her gifts. She liked anything sparkly, anything fun. Silly things, musical things, things that smelled good were high on her wish list. But nothing extravagant. If you spent "too much money" on something, eventually that gift would end up, unused, back in your house. But flowers? Absolutely. A music box? For sure. Glitter crayons? The best. The last gift I ever gave my Mom wasn't on Mother's Day. It was right around Thanksgiving shortly before she passed. It was bicycle tassles for her wheelchair. Tim installed them for her and she was in love with them. She could not think of the words, but the beaming smile on her face when she saw her tricked out wheelchair with those silly tassles on it, was clear as a bell. Even now, whenever I am shopping, I will see something that I know she would have loved and I have that urge to buy it. But of course, I don't. But it always brings her to my mind and in a way, that is kind of a gift in itself. Hope your Mother's Day was absolutely as perfect as it could be (with the current restrictions being what they are)
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