A Different Kind of Mother’s Day

Alone.

A
Life
Of
New
Expectations

I’m not sure how she’ll do it. But I know she will.

My friend asks if she puts on a brave face. I answer yes. And then, no.

Because a face implies that it’s false. And it isn’t.

Her bravery is real.

Any joy she shows is true.

Her optimism is genuine. She has displayed this trait my whole life. It is her nature.

She is without her soulmate for the first Mother’s Day in 66 years.

And if you ask her how she is, she will answer, “I’m okay.” Which is not to say without grief, but acknowledging all she does have to be grateful for, understanding that, and working to embrace it. If you can learn gratitude, you can get through a lot of hard times. If you’ve seen it modeled so well, as I have, then it will go all the easier for you.

I couldn’t be more grateful for her example and influence on my life. My mother has taught me so many things it would be impossible to list them all. A short list would include character, consistency, kindness, thrift, the joy of cooking well and sharing it with others, the importance of paying attention to nature’s gifts, the names of birds, and flowers, wild and cultivated.

A friend of mine’s dad also passed away recently, so we talked about our moms for a little while this week. After I describe all the brave and positive ways my mom is dealing with this loss, my friend says, “I think you’re a lot like your mom.”

Best. Compliment. Ever.
I sure hope it’s true.
Love you, mom.
Happy Mother’s Day

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