My Mom

My mom and I are 17 years apart in age, I love telling people that.  I love the idea that mom and me have been together for most of her life, how awesome is that! (maybe she would think differently) (insert smiley face)

  It’s almost Mother’s Day and I thought I would write down some of my thoughts and feelings from my 46 years with this fascinating, lady.

my mom and me with my grandson Liam

 My Mom -  Faithful, Strong, Rocking babies, Country Girl, Gardener, Poet, Enduring, Long Suffering, Spiritual, In tune, Singing, Smiling, Piano, Banjo, Guitar, playing and any other instrument she could get her hands on, always sacrificing for others, Nice,  Loving,Praying,Trusting in God, Listening, Friend, Confidante, Worried, Anxious, Strong, Proud of her Heritage, Genealogist, Patriotic, Migraine Sufferer,Quietly Sad,Funny, Thoughtful, Choir Director, Grandma, Caretaker, Good, Trustworthy, Hard Working,  and Believing… Always Believing.

 My mom was born and raised in a small town in Indiana. She grew up as a farmer/carpenters daughter.  She has two younger brothers and an older sister.  It was a home that did not have a lot of money but it was filled with music, good food, laughter and love. 

My mom's little brothers.

My mom was a widow at the age of 21, and lost her only son in his early thirties, neither of which do I think she has ever gotten over but has pushed forward, silently enduring.  Strong should be her middle name.

She has us 3 girls and dad now.

 We, I am sure do not tell her often enough how much we love her, and how much we appreciate her, and how much we still need her.

 I am a mom and grandmother myself, and still need my mom!   I am not sure what I would do if I could not pick up the phone and hear my mom’s voice on the other end.

 

I always use to pray that I would live long enough to raise my kids and see them married and that would be good enough, Right?  I bet some of you moms out there did the same thing.

  But you know what… it’s not enough!  I still need my mom, I still like to talk things over with her, I needed to cry on her shoulder when Sean was out of work, there was no one else.  I need her prayers for me,  I need to hear her testimony of the gospel, I still want her  to call me up read me a poem that she has recently written or read, or play me a song she just heard on the radio.  I still need to hear stories from her childhood,  I need her reassuring voice, which tells me I can do 'it', whatever ‘it’ is. 

I don’t think there is a time we don’t need our mom’s,that unconditional love that they always have in truck loads, we just kind of assume they will always be there. 

I know my mom one day will be separated from me for a time, but hopefully I will be MUCH older and maybe won’t need her as much as I do now… ah who am I kidding,  I… (we)  always need our mom’s.

So mom, today, and for all the tomorrows I want you to know I love you.  You are my hero,you always have been.  You are still the one I go to for guidance, and assurance, I am still learning from you.   Thank you, thank you, for everything.  I’m glad your mine. 

XOXO
Missy