Another Mother’s Day-
Hearing the laughter, feeling their closeness, sensing the warmth of their love.
For it is today, that Mothers are cele
ated, and remembered.
She became a Mother that day, the precious gift of life was given. That precious child was born, and Motherhood began. The child to be held and cherished, loved and comforted, nursed and guided, bathed in their Mother’s love.
The wonderment of it all, in the child’s eyes, in their innocense. The Mother’s pride, love and sacrifices, as they grow up, dreaming they will become all that has been hoped for, guided toward, and encouraged them to be.
So, on this day, Mothers are cele
ated. Some enjoy that cele
ation often, as they are remembered more than just on this day. Some look forward to this day, as it
ings the closeness once again that they have missed, and yearned for.
Tears are wept, indulging in past memories, some with great joy, other’s with pain.
Laughter is heard, closeness is felt, and the warmth of remembered love is surrounding.
With tears streaming, she turns away, swallowing hard, and wishes it were her, and not Another’s Mother’s Day.
Because some, are forgotten, taken for granted.
She hopes that maybe next year, will
ing that joy, love, that cele
ation, laughter and closeness she misses so much, dreams of, as she closes the well worn album, and wipes her tears.
Perhaps next year……
She eyes the phone as she passes, checking the caller ID, thinking maybe she didn’t hear it ring…but she is disappointed once again, and another tear runs down her face.
When did it end? The love felt by child towards Mother? When did the closeness become such a widening canyon? When did the attitude of I’ll call her tomorrow, yet tomorrow never seems to come, begin? Or the excuses of “I’m so busy”, become the norm? And when did the memories of all the happy, close, and enjoying times become a forgotten thing?
Don’t they understand how much pain, hurt, and devastation she feels? Don’t they remember how it used to be? When they remembered they had a Mother, and told her, even if just once in awhile, how much she is loved. Those were the most special of times. She remembers, everyday.
She tells them daily, how much they are loved and missed, even if she is only able to in her dreams, as her unanswered calls are never returned, her letters, unanswered.
Signed,
A Forgotten Mom
May we all remember our Mom's on this day, and make it a point to remember everyday.
