Momma

Some of us do not have the ability to tell our mothers what we think or want them to know. Others of us have, but have not taken the chance. These are the things I had to tell my mother when I had the chance.

She is sharp as a tack, but somehow I don’t think she would understand a word of what I would say to her. We went our own ways, and mine is so far from hers. I need to tell her all I have learned.

Momma and I

Momma could answer every question I had, even when the answer was I’ll have to find out for you. It would be decades before I knew how much of her patience it expended and the time commitment that entailed.

Momma could soothe away tears, even when I thought she caused them. I would need my own teenagers to find out how difficult a child’s tears could be for a mother to see.

Momma was forgiving of things I did and said. For the things she should not have forgiven, she was fair, even if I thought the punishment was too severe. Punishing my own children for the things they do let me know discipline is something you must give to your children even if you want to laugh at what they have done.

Momma was strong, especially when I really wanted her to give in to my want-du-jour. In retrospect, I wonder why I thought I wanted those things in the first place. On the other hand, she knew the value of a good gift. After many instances of getting precisely what I asked for, I have learned to ask for far better.

Mothers Three ~ Four Generations

Momma could sit for hours stroking my hair as I lay ill in the bed. I now know it hurt her to see me in pain of any variety.

Momma laughed with me many times, although about half of those times I believed she was laughing at me. Watching my own little ones, I feel the mirth she could not contain.

Momma knew what was best, even though I knew she had no idea how the world worked. She has gotten so worldly as I have aged.

Momma said thank you, even for the live toads and snakes or yarn and noodle necklaces we presented to her as presents. Handmade gems fill my treasure chest, and for them I am truly grateful.

Momma loved me, even when I didn’t love myself. I wish I had never had to return the favor or felt the pain of loving someone who did not love themselves.

I miss Momma, even if she is but at the end of a telephone line. Independence has its price, even if you find out too late how dear.

Momma and I

Maybe, just maybe, I understand why Momma always said she wanted a commune in the mountains where we could all live together under the shelter of the trees. As a child, I could not appreciate how precious the closeness was. I long to have it again.

I am thankful, too. Momma is still here. I can still place her Mother’s Day flowers in her hand. She raised me to be grateful.

Happy Mother's Day, Momma.

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If you have the chance, tell your mother those things you have learned from her and the things you would like for her to know. If you cannot, have a moment of silence to remember them. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers of M3.

Red.

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  1. I so enjoyed reading about you and your Mom Red. My Mother is no longer here.. And when I told her I loved her, she turned away.. But I know she loved me in the way she knew how…. I still have a space that is waiting to be filled.. A long story which you may find somewhere –Here found it.
    http://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com/2009/03/22/a-mothers-thoughts/
    I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day Red.. It was back in March here in the UK.. but I had a fabulous one .. 🙂 xxx
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    • Red

       /  May 15, 2012

      My Mother’s Day was wonderfully restful. I know yours was last month…even though I have muddled all the other countries who celebrated in March 😉 I am reading your post, and see a thread. I must off for the moment, but want to return to leave a proper comment. I shall be ’round when I return with the children. Much love to you, Sue. Give yourself the freedom to take the reservation from the space. While she cannot fill it, there may come (nay, may already be one) who both can and will fill it. <3 {HUGZ} Red.

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  2. Love this! Beautiful pics.
    This posting makes me sad for my mother and I. Our relationship is almost nothing.
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