Today is my mother’s birthday. Had she lived she would have been 77 years old. When she died at age 75 I thought she was too young to go. The older I get the younger 75 seems. I remember her as being such a funny person without trying. She had such funny expressions and a cute laugh.
Last week I was feeling really blue thinking about this day. I told my sister I was going to take the day off and stay in bed. She was shocked because I’m not a “stay-in-bed-all-day” kind of person. She suggested I celebrate it with balloons and some of my mother’s favorite foods. So today I bought 6 balloons (1 for each of my mother’s kids) and released them to a beautiful, blue, puffy cloud sky. I’m having porkchops for dinner, which my mother could cook better than any I’ve ever had including my own. I wore her sunglasses and tried to think of the good things about her. I would like to think that she is now my angel mother watching over me. I still need her.
I’m convinced it was her time to go. She saw a lady dressed in white sitting in the back of the church one Sunday. No one else saw her. She had a brief illness and that was it. We released her and told her not to worry, it was ok to go. She died peacefully. And so I will be at peace about it. When it’s my time I hope I go the same way, at peace.
I’ve been thinking about some of the lessons she taught me, both verbal and nonverbal. I’ll share a few:
- anytime is a good time to break out in a song
- you can be a good cook even if it’s later in life
- good friends are friends for life
- don’t complain
- just because you swept the floor once today doesn’t mean it won’t need sweeping again today
- death is a part of life, it’s ok to go to funerals (and she went to a lot)
- go to church and most importantly be ready when He calls your name
Momma you are free……