My friend once said in a whispered voice, “I really have a hard time on Mother’s Day.” I looked at her face of sorrow, of her missing her mom. Determined to try to sleep in, after a very long week at school, I closed my eyes and felt a tear roll and then another…this unexpected emotion when I think of tomorrow, Mother’s Day. I think of the physical distance; I am separated from my children. I won’t feel their arms in an embrace. I am one of those huggers. I want just one hug. I just want one giggle. I just want to be close to them physically and that’s not possible, not right now. I shift my thoughts to my friend who has lost her son and how she feels, right now. She too longs for physical presence. And the tears… they continue to roll. No, that’s not possible , not right now. I think about those who long to be a mom, about those who are estranged from a child….all of the heart breaks…
And then, finally, I think of my mom who always knew how to hug me at all the right moments. Who loved and laughed my whole life through. I will go visit you tomorrow and give thanks for your good health this season. I will celebrate the blessing that you are home now, thankfully not in that hospital bed. You will be sitting in the back porch, watching the news with dad and looking out at the new green grass… together. You will hug me tight, I just know it.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 13:13
Happy Mother’s Day my friends…and to my mom, Lorrie Olson