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Motherless.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • May 9, 2021
  • 1 min read

I found myself crying last night in anticipation of today.


I didn't expect to feel the flood of emotions, but there I was crying.


Sobbing.


As I have my three greatest achievements to be thankful for I found myself sad. And I realized that it was ok to feel this way.


On this Mother's Day I am missing my Mom more than I could have imagined.


As I face yet another holiday or birthday with just me and my children, I find myself sad, longing.


As I treat myself to yet another celebratory meal I am melancholy. It may be hard to imagine but just picture taking yourself out for your birthday etc.


It is really quite depressing.


Today I am thinking of all those times I was lost, and she doled out advice to help me find. All those tears she has wiped away. All those hugs. Just her company.


Gone.


Nothing can replace the love of a Mother, and this is what I am reminded of today.


Yet I am also reminded of my three angels who have saved me so many times over the course of this past year. Who have helped make me carry on when at many different points that was the last thing I wanted to do. Who have reminded me of the kind of Mom I can be. Who have told me I was the best Mom ever, even though I felt like the worst.


So today, just remember before anyone else, your Mother said it first, "I love you."


So if you are lucky enough to have a Mother on this Mother's Day return the favor and tell her you love her.


You won't regret it.


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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