Last year at this time I reminisced on all things Mom and wrote…
My mother will be celebrating her 20th Heavenly Birthday this year. Not sure how they party in heaven but here, in my body, there has been a shift. It used to trigger sadness. However each year this feeling would lessen.
This year I crossed the magic line I’d only heard about up until now. It happened so gradually it was virtually unnoticeable.
She had a wild streak. She once shot out my brother’s basement window while shooting at a squirrel that was getting into the bird feeder. She loved her birds.
I have now gone skeet shooting and loved it. I also shoot BB guns with Scooter. Empty pop cans fear me! Skeet, not so much.
At Mom’s house all garbage had to be wrapped securely before placing in the garbage bin for pick up. I now find myself doing the same.
Mom could be found many nights wandering the yard with a flashlight in search of slugs to kill before they got to her plants. I haven’t taken up this habit yet but it could possibly be because I don’t live in the same area or that my gardening skills aren’t worth saving.
I also remind myself of how she was wise, dedicated and generous… and how she loved her children and grand-children to a fault. It is when I think on these things that I become most thankful to be a product of her gene pool.
Love you Mom… Happy Mother’s Day!
Did you hear me? I said… I LOVE YOU!
Oh yeah… and she was hard of hearing. Dang, I got that gene too.