Happy Mother’s Day, Y’all. It’s that day where you all get together at your Gramma’s house. Or your Sister’s or your Aunt’s. Or Buddies. And eat. Everybody brings a dish! I made a lemon bundt cake and three French Toast Casseroles! I LOVE EATING FOODS!!!
Oh. AND celebrate moms. Yes, yes.
My mom was great. Everybody loved her. Everybody misses her. Everyone is going to say really nice things about her in the comments on this post. And, that’s super nice. It’s nice to hear nice things about my mom.
She was funny and pretty and driven.
There are a lot of things I learned from my mom. But they aren’t the things you’d think. She really taught me more in her dying than she did in her living.
My mom was 16 when she gave birth to me. That’s young. She wasn’t great at being a mom then, because how could you possibly? She and I grew up together. With my Gramma raising the both of us.
And, my mom made some really shitty decisions on my behalf when I was little. Because, when you are learning how to do a thing, sometimes you screw it up a little before you get better at it.
And she got better at it. She wasn’t perfect. I was so ready to leave home when I graduated, like most kids. But, man was I ready to GO home after college.
As I got older, she became my friend.
And, then cancer.
My mom was 50 when she died. I think we had it pretty good with her dying. She was up and talking until just about the end. It was so hard to see her like that in that bed, but I’m so glad we were able to talk to her and laugh. You don’t appreciate that until it’s something that is happening to you. And then you become keenly aware of what other people might miss or what other people got in a Dying.
As I’m sitting in my bed writing this, and crying, I remember why I don’t like to do this kind of thing. allofthesadness.
I love this picture up top. It is hilarious to me. I have another really good picture of me and my mom, but we are being Sweet in it and we are Posing so it’s not as fun. But this picture? This picture is a hoot! We are cracking up because of all the hilarity.
That night my mother was drinking EVERYBODY’s drink and was stealing all of the lighters and she thought she was incredibly funny. So did I apparently! I love this picture because we are just SO. Damn. Happy.
When she died, I took her Bible. It’s mine. Everyday I see something she underlined. Something she thought was important to remember. Her loopy cursive is all over the place. And I notice the passages that she was reading when she was sick. The handwriting is a little scrawl-ey. I love that Bible. It’s a part of what she has taught me.
I learned from my mom to be a better mom. To make time for life. To commit. To be strong. Tolerant. NICE. To be faithful.
I carry her heart in my heart.