Yesterday was Mothers Day and this weekend we spent the weekend celebrating. We spent Saturday with my Mother in law which was very nice. I am very lucky in the mother-in-law department. She is absolutely great! She is great with my daughter, with me and with my husband. My husband cooked dinner for us and we played cards together as a family and it was a lot of fun.
On Sunday my husband made breakfast for me and my daughter. It was great to be spoiled. He made his famous scrambled eggs with sausages. Before we had breakfast they gave me lots of presents. My daughter made me a compact mirror with her picture on it. I love it! she made me cards and she bedazzled a tile. I loved everything she gave me. Her little face as I opened each present was priceless. My husband truly spoiled me and I am again extremely lucky to have them in my life.
We then went to my sisters house for dinner. My two sisters, nephews, niece and brother-in-law had again a lovely time together. The food was fantastic. My sister made roast chicken, with sausages, potatoes and carrots. It was tasty!! the night was great and fun. We all joked and talked and really had a great time.
So why I am sad? We couldn’t celebrate with our mother. She past away almost five years ago. Losing her has been the most difficult thing in my life. We are all struggling with her loss. She was such a big influence in our lives and our driving force. My mother was the person I went to when I was sad, happy, frustrated and even angry. I feel like I lost a piece of me and I haven’t been able to figure out how to live without her. I can’t tell you how many times a day I think of her or want to call her or see her. It really is a large number. I get up each and every day knowing she is gone.
I live each day knowing that my daughter was two and half when my mother died and she does not remember her. I talk to my daughter about my mother. I show her pictures. She one day handed me a note that she wrote saying she loved her grandmother. I cried when I read the note. My mother used to tell me that her greatest fear was that my daughter would not remember her. I live with that guilt each and every day. Mothers day is hard for me because I don’t get to celebrate this day with my mother. I don’t get to tell her what an amazing women she was or that she paved the way for my brothers and sisters and because of her strength we are who we are.
My mother sacrificed a lot for her kids and no matter what I did to try to repay her, in never felt like enough. I now sacrifice for my daughter and I hope that I am half the mother mine was, because if I am half the mother she was than I am an amazing mother.
To all mothers out there, you are special! you are loved! and you will never be forgotten!!
love you mom, forever and always
Ruthie J