I think of Love and I think of my Mom; I think of Compassion and I think of my Mom; I think of Honesty and I think of my Mom; I think of Honour and I think of my Mom; I think of Gracious and I think of my Mom; I think of Forgiveness and I think of my Mom; I think of Giving and I think of my Mom; I think of Humility and I think of my Mom. My Mom would have given you the shirt off her back, she was so generous and so loving, always helping everyone that she could.
My Mom would raise a garden in the Spring and another in the Fall, always making sure she raised enough vegetables to see that everyone could have vegetables for the winter. She was the most generous woman I have ever known and she always gave, never expecting anything in return. That is true giving that comes only from the heart. To those of you who are lucky enough to still have your Mom, I ask you to treasure the time you have with her, for when they are gone, you only have them in your memories. Spend as much time with your Mom as you can, call her every day, for you will not regret one minute you spend with her.
I used to come home from work and I would find a pot of beans, cornbread, a dessert, or something sitting by my door that Mom had left there. Mom always looked after us and shared whatever she had with not only us, but my brother and whoever else she could. I remember when she became older and announced one year just before Christmas that we kids were going to have to have Christmas and Thanksgiving at our houses from now on. I was amused in that I never thought I would hear her say that, yet I was sad, for it was a tradition to go to Mom's house for these occasions. I think this was the first time I actually became aware that someday I might not have my Mom with us.
Mom taught us about God and family and how important they were if we were to be happy. She taught us how to dress, tie our shoes, ride a bike, reminded us to say our prayers and keep God by our side. She taught us how to brush our teeth, do our homework and to have respect for others. "Patience is virtue", she would say. Mother kept us near during storms, she gave us hope when things went wrong, always saying, "Things will be allright". She taught us patience and understanding, hope and love. She taught us to seek out God, not only when things went wrong, but when things were going right.
A Mother knows every emotion....happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, loneliness, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow....and all the while, hoping and praying that you will only know the good feelings in life.
Although I cannot see my Mother, I know she is with us. She is the flowers that bloom in Spring, she's the whisper of the rustling leaves, the gentle breeze that touches my face, she's in the smell of foods I remember, and in the perfume she wore. She's the cool hand on my brow when I'm not feeling well and she's the breath of air on a cold winter's day. I see her in the faces of my children. She's the soft voice speaking to my heart when I'm sad, always saying "things will be allright". She is the sound of rain that lulls me to sleep on stormy nights, and she's in all the colors of the rainbow. My Mother lives in my laughter and in my heart, and she's crystallized in every tear I shed. She's there even when I'm down. When I look for her, I find she's never really left my side and she will always be there to lift me up. She's the map you follow with every step you take in life.
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