We had a nice day today. Father John was funny at church and Bob B. arranged to have fresh carnations handed out to all the women and provided cake, coffee and fruit for a special coffee hour. Afterwards, Don fixed Mom and I breakfast, gave us each a hanging basket of flowers to help lure in the hummingbirds, and then later fixed supper and homemade strawberry ice cream. I gave Mom a Tigereye beaded necklace that will perfectly match the colors she usually wears. The day was pretty low key, which I loved, punctuated by phone calls from our kids, which I loved even more. All in all, a good Mothers' Day.
Being a mom is one of the best things I ever did in my life. It was hard and wonderful at the same time. I thought I was pretty good at it until our kids were grown and gone and I had time to look back at those busy years. I had quit working so that I would have fewer regrets later; I didn't want to miss those first steps and cute antics or have someone else correcting them all day. Sadly, I still found things to regret in the way I mishandled different situations - usually when I was tired. I wish I could redo those things and make them right so that the kids would only have good memories, but they have managed on their own to become good people in spite of my mistakes. I am very proud of them for that.
Mothers' Day is nice, but the everyday contacts are even more important. I hope I can better convey to Mom how much I love and appreciate her, not just for the great Mom she was when raising me, but also for the friendship and love she extends to me now.
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Just for the record - I don't remember you ever making any 'mistakes'. I remember all of my friends being jealous that you were MY mom. I remember some difficult times, but not any bad ones. Personally, I still believe you're the best mom out there and can only hope and pray that I'll someday be half as good as it as you were and still are.
I love you!
Thank you, Sarah. That is sweet and I am grateful if my blundering or lack of patience is less glaring in your memory than in my hindsight. Brace yourself, though, because I still screw up from time to time. Know that I love you always. - Love, Mom
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