For over forty years, she’s been making sure I was okay, that my needs were met, that I was safe and happy.
Though the miles prevent us from seeing each other often, when we are together the talk flows easily. I can share with her – problems and disappointments, successes and victories – and get wisdom and advice for challenges I may be facing.
Her love for my daughters is all-encompassing. It shows in the way she plans for our visits – hiding a treat under their pillow for that first night, storing up new books to read with them, planning a favorite breakfast. She is a role model all grandmothers could follow.
I doubt I will ever understand the enormity of the sacrifices she has made through the years to allow my brothers and sister and I to have all that we did. I’m certain I didn’t appreciate it as I should. Becoming a mom myself has perhaps granted me a window into that part of her soul.
The Master that she serves has made her the woman she is – one that I love and respect from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you, mom, for being a woman who is truly worth honoring on Mother’s Day.