Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Mother's Day



How I miss my mother. It's been 7 years and 2 months since her death and my heart still longs for her. I still want to pick up the phone to tell her about something cute the kids have said or done, or lean on her when something is weighing heavily on my mind. I still cry in the middle of the aisle at Wal-Mart when looking at Mother's Day cards. I still feel like my kids are gypped not having their Nana around. That will never change.

Things I will always remember about her:
  • Her patience
  • Her ability to make me feel understood & respected
  • Her soft, nurturing hands
  • Her warm smile
  • Her sincerity
  • Her beloved irises
  • Her perfect brown gravy, and pot roast, and the way the house smelled when she cooked
  • Her amazing sense of humor
  • "Puff Daddy and his entourage!" (inside joke between the two of us)
  • The way we'd sit side by side at the piano and play... and sing
  • Her royal blue eyes
  • Her talent at writing for children
  • Laughing with her over "Friends" and "Seinfeld"
  • Her gorgeous, intricate quilts
  • The kick she got out of Bart Simpson
  • The way my husband and kids, in her eyes, walked on water
  • Her unwavering love for me

I'll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces all day through
In the small cafe, the park across the way, the children's carousel,
the chestnut tree,
the wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
in every lovely summer's day,
in everything that's light and gay

I'll always think of you that way

I'll find you in the morning sun

and when the night is new

I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you.


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Margaret E. Teibl
~ February 24, 1923 - March 12, 2001
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2 comments:

Marta said...

Susan, that was beautiful and makes me want to go hug my mama. xoxoxo.

www.antiquemommy.com said...

What a beautiful post - and picture! I am so lucky to still have both of my parents. I often wonder how life can be so sweet and so cruel at the same time, but then I believe that the bucket of tears is worth the ocean of joy.