My Mom, I’m getting ready to send a card to my Mom for mother’s day. Getting in the mood to find a way to somehow describe how big my love is for her. Rumi would say something to the effect that words for this kinda love can’t fit in my mouth or not a single pen or all the pens in the world would be up to the task or even if you could find some words, they would seem counterfeit, a flimsy attempt. Children do better with a picture. In my own case I am blessed beyond reason. My mom taught me everything I know about real love, day-in-day-out kind of love, how to love your family and put them above all else kind of love. Often my Mother’s day gift is gratitude to her and a fresh commitment to keep that love-light on in my own branch of this beautiful tree she started. Words, oh my, keep up!
Bob,
ReplyDeleteI love what you wrote about your mom. I miss mine, she passed away 6 years ago. I was at her side when they removed the life support. What a bitter sweet blessing to be next to the woman who gave you your first breath as she took her last.