My mom was the best. Really. She was. I know we are all supposed to blindly praise our moms and hide all the negative stuff.. but I don’t have anything to hide.
My mom taught me to be positive. Half full.. always. And that was on a bad day. The glass was usually full.
Someone once told me that I struggle with depression. I believe depression is when there isn’t a “reason”. The psychologist I went to after the death of my mom told me that. She said that I was mourning. That isn’t the same.
I have mourned half of my life. My dad died when I was in my 20’s and I lost my mom at 40. (Not even mentioning the many other loved ones I have lost.) My brother has had undiagnosed issues all of his life and is mentally unstable. And he has been missing for a year.
That is just some of my dirt. I figure there is some stuff I will keep to myself. We all know that there is a moment when blogging feels like a journal.. except that it is public.
Somehow, when I list this I hear my mom’s voice. Telling me of all that I still have. Saying that it’ll be OK, that Life continues.. until it doesn’t. Just like that.
For today, I have my health. My girls and husband are all doing well. I have a roof over my head and even still have just enough money for electricity and an old Mac to surf the web, reach out to friends, and write my thoughts for strangers to read.
Despite the leakage, I know my mom is a beautiful angel with sparkly wings refilling my glass when I am not looking.
And although I have my issues with God-I thank him daily. I thank him for having given me the greatest dad for 20 years and the totally best mom for 40.
That’s how I will help my daughters keep their glass full.. from all the love I received early on. A Mother’s love that keeps on giving.
Happy Mother’s Day!
.. to everyone that has/had/is one.