Thank you for sharing such a sweet and loving message to your Mom, Jodi! I get you!
I, too, was ultra blessed to be the youngest of six kids our Mom beautifully refereed until she died in my fifteenth year, her fifty-fifth. I joke with my older siblings that she should have worn a striped black and white shirt as she gracefully and lovingly explained fairness and kindness and Jesus’s motto of “treat others how you want them to treat you” as we fought over who’d be the “banker” in a friendly game of monopoly or a card game or fighting over the television channel. Yep! It was within our Mother’s eyes and holding onto her apron strings where we found the comfort and encouragement to become her little mini-me’s, to boldly walk the road less travelled without her constant presence when she “slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God!”
Years ago, I found this ode a fellow wrote to his Mom which fit my Mom beautifully that I’ll share with you below.
I’m grateful that your Mom has been with you throughout your life, to cheer you on, to give you her sage advice, and yes, to comfort you with all of those hugs and kisses that mean more than one could ever express, especially when those moments become the living memory of a Mom who has gone too soon.
Here’s to you and your Mom in remembrance of mine! We will only have one to last our own lifetimes. They deserve to be honored and respected for all the little things, that end up being big things, in the scheme of our lives. God bless you and all of your loved ones... especially your Mom!
Mother...Mom ~
You breathed life into a hollow place and stood tall and proud as it was filled and stretched with the sound of a new heartbeat. Who held the hands that swam inside of you and watch the first of many cords be cut and smirked at the realization that those you carried will never be severed.
You, who frosted the cakes and stirred the oats and blew on the spoons when too much heat swirled upon them. Who told the stories and read the books and filled in the details with the voices and sounds of magic and mystery.
Who put herself last, always last, so that so many others could understand the way it feels to be first. Who grew tears in her eyes but never let them fall.
You, who sang the alphabet and packed lunches and killed the spiders and fasten the seatbelts and wash the dishes and folded mountains of laundry without ever bothering to plant your flag at the top to show the world the effort it takes to survive a day.
Who kissed the scrapes and healed the aches and always knew what color popsicle would sooth a throbbing throat the fastest.
You, the Mother, the Mom, the strongest most vibrant and perfectly beautiful Mother, thank you. Thank you!
Thank you for sharing such a sweet and loving message to your Mom, Jodi! I get you!
I, too, was ultra blessed to be the youngest of six kids our Mom beautifully refereed until she died in my fifteenth year, her fifty-fifth. I joke with my older siblings that she should have worn a striped black and white shirt as she gracefully and lovingly explained fairness and kindness and Jesus’s motto of “treat others how you want them to treat you” as we fought over who’d be the “banker” in a friendly game of monopoly or a card game or fighting over the television channel. Yep! It was within our Mother’s eyes and holding onto her apron strings where we found the comfort and encouragement to become her little mini-me’s, to boldly walk the road less travelled without her constant presence when she “slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God!”
Years ago, I found this ode a fellow wrote to his Mom which fit my Mom beautifully that I’ll share with you below.
I’m grateful that your Mom has been with you throughout your life, to cheer you on, to give you her sage advice, and yes, to comfort you with all of those hugs and kisses that mean more than one could ever express, especially when those moments become the living memory of a Mom who has gone too soon.
Here’s to you and your Mom in remembrance of mine! We will only have one to last our own lifetimes. They deserve to be honored and respected for all the little things, that end up being big things, in the scheme of our lives. God bless you and all of your loved ones... especially your Mom!
Mother...Mom ~
You breathed life into a hollow place and stood tall and proud as it was filled and stretched with the sound of a new heartbeat. Who held the hands that swam inside of you and watch the first of many cords be cut and smirked at the realization that those you carried will never be severed.
You, who frosted the cakes and stirred the oats and blew on the spoons when too much heat swirled upon them. Who told the stories and read the books and filled in the details with the voices and sounds of magic and mystery.
Who put herself last, always last, so that so many others could understand the way it feels to be first. Who grew tears in her eyes but never let them fall.
You, who sang the alphabet and packed lunches and killed the spiders and fasten the seatbelts and wash the dishes and folded mountains of laundry without ever bothering to plant your flag at the top to show the world the effort it takes to survive a day.
Who kissed the scrapes and healed the aches and always knew what color popsicle would sooth a throbbing throat the fastest.
You, the Mother, the Mom, the strongest most vibrant and perfectly beautiful Mother, thank you. Thank you!
~ Tyler Knott Gregson