Following the death of my mother in 2003, the next Mothers’ Day brought with it the grim realization that the day would forever be a constant reminder of what I would be missing from my life.
Without question, that was the first time in my life that I ever hated Mothers’ Day.
Perhaps I don’t really hate the day, because I think it’s so critically important that we stop everything for at least one day a year to honor the ones who gave us life and often sacrifice so much to make our lives better.
Along with being my closest and most trusted friend, my wife is also an excellent mother.
But she is not my mother.
However, my wife is still the most important mother I now have in my life.
Over the years, my wife has immersed herself into the lives of our children and their activities. She has sacrificed for them. She has continually dedicated her life to them.
None of my children ever had to wonder if they had their mother’s support, because she was always somewhere backstage, in the stands, on the sidelines, or in the audience, proudly cheering them on.
Perhaps no child ever born has known a woman more committed to their care, support, and upbringing.
She now does the same with her grandchildren, at the same time never minimizing any of the loves she gives to the others, a uniquely motherly condition I can verbally describe but never fully comprehend.
My wife is an extraordinary woman and an exceptional mother.
In fact, due to the fact that my mother was sometimes working during my competitive years in school, I have often thought about how much my own children have been blessed, being placed in the home of someone like my wife, someone who’s always been there for them in the stands.
And although I would be lying if I said I didn’t wish I could have a few more minutes with my late mother, I still treasure every moment and every precious memory that I have of this rare and special woman, who brought me into this world.
In fact, I still treasure her final words to me, in which she expressed the pride she felt for her son.
Until my mother tragically passed from this earth, I never imagined a world that didn’t have mom in it. And no matter what our age might be at the time, we all become scared and lonely children when our mama is taken.
Mothers ought to be honored on their one special day; in reality, mothers most certainly deserve to be honored EVERY day.
And to every single one of the moms who might happen to read this, I wish you only the best!
May you be blessed with children who always value your life and sacrifices. May your children always acknowledge their gratitude to you. And perhaps most of all, I wish for you children who realize how indeed fortunate they are to have mothers who are still with them on this earth.
And may they wrap their arms around you and express their love for you often.
You deserve nothing less.
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