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by Teresa Kindred
Yes, mothers day comes and goes. But the memories linger and remain...
The woman who creates and sustains a home and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God. Helen Hunt Jackson
Mothers Day has been difficult for me since my mother died of cancer in 1990. There are many things I miss about her, but what I miss the most is sharing my children with her.
Sometimes I get a twinge of sadness because I was never able financially to give her even a tiny fraction of what she gave me. My Mothers Day gifts to her were usually inexpensive, a pair of new pajamas, a new purse. Then I realize that my love was the only gift she ever really wanted.
I was reminded of that yesterday when my seven year old thanked me for his birthday presents. Mom, he said, do you know which gift I liked best?
I imagined it would be the super-soaker water gun, guaranteed to shoot up to fifty feet, the one he used to squirt his sister, the dog, and me. But that wasnt what he said.
Its the love you gave me Mom, he stated, then ran off to play.
Her love for me lives on in other ways too. It visits me in the spring when the flowers she planted a few months before she died bloom. It comes to me from her former students when they write me letters, or take the time to tell me what a wonderful teacher she was.
And so each Mothers Day I have a host of bittersweet memories. I rejoice that in a world of abused and abandoned children, I had a mother who loved me, nurtured me, and taught me right from wrong. And I cry, because I miss her friendship, her strength, her humor, and her love for my children.
There is a creed in Robert Fulghums wonderful book, All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten. It is called the Storytellers Creed and I asked the minister to read at Mamas funeral. It says in part...
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
Love really is stronger than death because it comes from God, and it is because of God and His sacrifice, that we have hope of life eternal. And then there will be no more goodbyes, because like the old hymn says there will be no tears in heaven.
Author: Teresa Kindred
Publication Date: May 13, 2001
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