Sunday, May 10, 2015
A Daughter WithOut Mom on Mother's Day
Did these people know how blessed they were?
My mother died from yellow liver atrophy almost three months to the day after elective surgery. Mom was forty-three years old and I just thirteen. Death robbed Mom of her life. Death robbed me from a life of having a mother. In a blink of an eye, the new normal became my dad and me. Even at thirteen years old, I wondered how we would survive. Mom never hesitated to spank me, yet I would endure thousands spanks a day, if God would bring her back.
My simple ice cream filled world melted. No more Mom and me, ‘girls only’ nights when Dad worked late. Mom drove as far as time and ice cream took us. We sang, mostly off key, to songs blasted from the car radio. No more would I watch Mom put on eyeshadow and wonder if I would ever be as pretty. Her death made Mother’s Day became just another Sunday without football.
For twenty years, I let mom’s death become the blame for my stumbles. My confidence waned as I doubted my self worth. Mom had my first and best cheerleader. She was my nurturer and strongest female I knew. And now my mother was gone.
Even though life moved on, I so lagged behind. Somehow I had to deal and learn from her death, because I wanted to live my own. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired of not being able to change the past. I had to embrace her death and move on. I went to the bible and God’s Word opened my mind with Psalms 121 (NIV): “I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from?”
No longer, do I avoid the Mother’s Day card aisle. Like everyone else, I hunt for the perfect card. How can I not show thanks to the woman who said at the end of each day with “Mama love”? As we savored
ice cream, this woman explained how a girl’s bloom into a young lady should not be scary, yet celebrated. So I smile with memories abound and sign my chosen Mother’s Day card. It is then tucked away with the others.
Although our life together was just thirteen years, that life was more valuable than rubies. My mother’s spirit dances within me every second, every minute of every day. I am truly blessed. I know we’ll see each other again. Our laughter and songs will once again fill the air, with some ice cream for good measure. Praise God.
PS. And the photo is my mom and me :)
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