For those of us who don't have our moms anymore, let's reminisce about them. Tell us about your mom (or grandma).
My mom was a very hard worker and never complained. She also had a lot of patience and I never saw her angry. (sometimes I wonder if I really was her biological child!! LOL)
She didn't have many fancy gadgets and appliances, and usually not the first to get them. But she cooked delicious, hearty meals all the time, and always had a lot, even for unexpected company that could show up any time and did! My mom was a pastor's wife, which included a lot of chance for hospitality, she was very shy and quiet so I'm sure this was not always easy.
Our house always sparkled and everything was organized. Now that I'm keeping my own house, I don't know how she did it all?! We always had a beautiful big yard with large vegetable and fruit gardens and always a lot of flowers everywhere.
Although she didn't have a high education, she was a brilliant woman. In her soft gentle way, she had us wanting to please her and behave well and also work hard. She never yelled, threatened or blackmailed.
My dad was gone a lot, running his own business, being involved in a lot of community things, committees, etc... so my mom spent a lot of hours alone at home. She had a hard time adjusting to the "empty nest" life and missed her kids. She lived for seeing her family and spoiling her grandkids.
I was devastated the morning I got the phone call, 3 1/2 years ago, that my mom had passed away in her sleep. I still needed my mom, even though I was in my 40's. I didn't think my life would ever be the same or have any meaning again. I think I cried more that day than the rest of my life combined. Each breath I took was a labored effort, it felt like there was a ton of weight on my chest. Anything and everything reminded me of my mom, things in my house, things outside, things in the store, it was painful. We all know that time does heal, and it has, but it was difficult.
Now I look back to the time we spent together with fond memories, I wish I was more like my mom.
In summer, the song sings itself.