Through My Mothers Eyes

Life is funny, if you have a sense of humor.  When you are little you don’t want to rest or nap, as you age you would give anything to have the time to do so.

As you grow up, you respect the older generation.  When you are younger you especially  have no time for your parents, their input, or at least you pretend not to.  The time comes when all you want is their input and sometimes they are no longer present, physically but always spiritually.

When I was younger I dreamed of the life and family I wanted and prayed for it.  One day I was blessed enough to have those dreams come true.  I would always ask my mother’s opinion on various aspects of marriage, parenthood, house decor etc…  Once she gave her opinion even if I agreed 100%, sometimes I would do the complete opposite.

She would smile and know that I needed to follow my path to be the best me.  Ironically that path always led back to her first input.  Life is funny like that.

When we were younger my siblings and I would tease her on how easily she would tear up, or get upset on holidays.  Now that I’m a mom of three adult children I completely understand her.  I thought I knew her then, oh but mommy I get you more day by day.

I understand now, her want for a picture perfect holiday with her family, because it makes you immortal.  These photos consist of pain, tears and finally the smiles that Dad says you must wear to please your mother.  She will complain about how she looks but deep down, she loves that her babies are together, with her.  The best gift, the presence of those she loves.

This coming year has me reflecting more and more on my parents and ever so grateful for their grace and love.  If I can be half of who they were to me and my children I will consider myself doubly blessed.

The greatest gift she taught me is unconditional love!  I pray to be half the grandmother she was to her grandchildren and promise to spread her legacy to my grandchildren.

Happy New Year, embrace 2016!