Mother's Day
I know Mother's Day is not exactly here yet, but I can't get it out of my mind for some reason. Each day that it draws closer I get a little more anxious. I won't even be around for Mother's Day this year because Rocky and I will be on our belated honeymoon in Mexico. We are very excited, and we know my mom will be very present in our hearts and minds during that trip, especially on May 13th. I guess part of the reason I am thinking so much about Mother's Day is because last year's was so memorable for me. And really, if I had to pick a Mother's Day to be my last with my mom, last year's would be the one I would choose.
Last year on Mother's Day I went to church with my mom, my Auntie Jayne, and my cousins, Nan, Care, & Shelley. Care and I wore our $5 bargain Old Navy "I LOVE MOM" shirts to show our mom-pride. I remember running out to the car when they picked me up and my mom just laughing and beaming when she saw my shirt. She loved it. Afterwards we went out for breakfast at IHOP and I treated her to an egg white scrambler off the guilt-free menu. Because Mother's Day or not, my mom wasn't cheating on her Weight Watchers diet, no sir! She had iron clad willpower like I've never seen! I try to take a lesson from her when junk food rears it's ugly head, but I'm still a work in progress. :) Ironically enough, a big motivation for her was fitting into the perfect dress for my wedding. It meant so much to her, I so wish she had a chance to find and wear that dress. I often joked with her that she wasn't allowed to look better than the bride, but I remember feeling so proud of her, because I knew how proud she was of herself. Even after we found out she was sick, she defended her weight loss, saying that sick or not, when she cheated, she gained weight, so don't go giving the illness all the credit. She had such a good attitude. It's hard to believe you could be so positive in such a situation, but if anyone could, it was her.
Anyway, Mother's Day last year was just fun, and I will never forget it. We laughed and talked, and had a great time together. Then later on we gathered at my parents' house with all my brothers and sisters and neices and nephews to celebrate. I don't remember what we ate, but I know that was always the one holiday where she allowed herself not to cook for us. And I'm sure it wasn't easy for her. She was just a giver. In the most extreme, true sense of the word. She gave and gave and gave until she could give no more. It just came natural to her, and she did it happily without complaint. I hope that someday God will help me become the kind of mother that she was. My kids should be so lucky!
Happy Mother's Day in Heaven, Mom. I love and miss you with every beat of my heart.
'Till we meet again,
Becky
Last year on Mother's Day I went to church with my mom, my Auntie Jayne, and my cousins, Nan, Care, & Shelley. Care and I wore our $5 bargain Old Navy "I LOVE MOM" shirts to show our mom-pride. I remember running out to the car when they picked me up and my mom just laughing and beaming when she saw my shirt. She loved it. Afterwards we went out for breakfast at IHOP and I treated her to an egg white scrambler off the guilt-free menu. Because Mother's Day or not, my mom wasn't cheating on her Weight Watchers diet, no sir! She had iron clad willpower like I've never seen! I try to take a lesson from her when junk food rears it's ugly head, but I'm still a work in progress. :) Ironically enough, a big motivation for her was fitting into the perfect dress for my wedding. It meant so much to her, I so wish she had a chance to find and wear that dress. I often joked with her that she wasn't allowed to look better than the bride, but I remember feeling so proud of her, because I knew how proud she was of herself. Even after we found out she was sick, she defended her weight loss, saying that sick or not, when she cheated, she gained weight, so don't go giving the illness all the credit. She had such a good attitude. It's hard to believe you could be so positive in such a situation, but if anyone could, it was her.
Anyway, Mother's Day last year was just fun, and I will never forget it. We laughed and talked, and had a great time together. Then later on we gathered at my parents' house with all my brothers and sisters and neices and nephews to celebrate. I don't remember what we ate, but I know that was always the one holiday where she allowed herself not to cook for us. And I'm sure it wasn't easy for her. She was just a giver. In the most extreme, true sense of the word. She gave and gave and gave until she could give no more. It just came natural to her, and she did it happily without complaint. I hope that someday God will help me become the kind of mother that she was. My kids should be so lucky!
Happy Mother's Day in Heaven, Mom. I love and miss you with every beat of my heart.
'Till we meet again,
Becky
posted by Becky Castady | 4:48 PM
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