I am reflecting today. I have chosen to stay in pajamas all day. The fact that it is cold and rainy outdoors, and that I didn’t sleep much last night are just icing on the cake. It was 14 years ago at the age of 67 that my mother passed away. I was 37. I mourn her still. I remember her fondly. I didn’t “grow up” with my mother; and so it wasn’t until I was an adult that we formed a relationship. In many ways I am grateful for that fact, and my inner child is sad. The 17 years we did have together were a lot of fun. She was in the delivery room with me when my miracle daughter was born. We often laughed so hard we would cry. She was a natural green thumb & creative.
I am certainly guilty of never FULLY appreciating her as much when she was alive as I do now. I understand her SO much better now. Alas, all the “wiser now” quotes you can find can now be inserted. Mom, I miss you dearly. I honor you.