MOTHER’S DAY

MOTHER'S DAY

There are times only when a mother’s love can understand our tears,

Can soothe our disappointments and calm all our fears.

There are times when only a mother’s love can share the joy we feel

When something we’ve dreamed about quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a mother’s faith can help on life’s way,

And inspire in us the confidence we need from day to day.

For a mother’s heart and a mother’s faith and a mother’s steadfast love

Were fashioned by the angels and sent from God above.

I’m at the point in the grieving process where I look at this day as a day of tribute to my mom.  It’s taken a long time to get to this stage, but I’m finally figuring out that my life will go on – it will just be so very different without her in it.

Last year, Lucinda wrote a poem for a lady who lost her mother.  She asked me to make a design for it and said this lady referred to her mother as her diamond.  I wish I could say I had a lovely name for my mother, but I didn’t.  My mom was my best friend, my confidant, the one I trusted more than anyone – but no, I didn’t have a pet name for her.

My first thought was, HOW PERFECT IS THAT?  It says it all, doesn’t it?  Diamonds are the most precious gem (and happens to be my birth stone)  😉

MY DIAMOND

If I could give you diamonds for each tear you cried for me;

If I could give you sapphires for each truth you’ve helped me see.

If I could give you rubies for the heartache that you’ve known,

If I could give you pearls for the wisdom that you’ve shown;

Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, that would mount up to the skies.

That would almost match the sparkles in your kind and loving eyes.

But I have no pearls, no diamonds as I’m sure you’re well aware;

So I’ll give you gifts more precious, my devotion, love and care.

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                                         Mama said this is the night daddy proposed.  Awe…  what a precious photo for me to have!

I know that when she entered heaven, it became a brighter place.  God provides the only light that is needed in heaven, but I believe it gets brighter every time a saint goes inside – each saint sparkles like a diamond.  I believe that she was so happy to see my daddy again.  Based on information from the book “Heaven is for Real”, I also believe that they are both 20 something and feel fantastic!  I imagine they look so happy together like this photo.  I hold it close to my heart because it brings me comfort.

My mother no longer has arthritis and has been made whole – she doesn’t need her 2 total hip replacements and will never have to take any medicine.  Bliss for eternity… how can I mourn that?  I can’t.  If and when I cry these days, it’s for myself.  I still miss them. 

 

SANDWICH DAY

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11-3 FOODS THAT BRING COMFORT

 Worries go down better with soup.  – Jewish Proverb

Either fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, it’s a fact that food provides a certain degree of comfort when we are faced with circumstances that we have no control over – such as a death in the family.  What do people automatically do when they hear a friend or neighbor has lost a loved one?  They show up – with food.  It’s a thoughtful gesture and so nice because then you don’t have to worry about preparing meals for the relatives that will surely come to park in your house for a few days.

I’ve always been an emotional eater.  Today my dad has been in heaven for 26 years.  You’d think after such a long time I’d be “over” it.  Well, I’ve moved on, but I still miss him like crazy – and newsflash – I always will.  I’ll be an unapologetic emotional eater today with a grilled cheese sandwich (or two) and tomato bisque soup on the menu for lunch or dinner for sure.

Today is SANDWICH DAY!  When my dad died, the rest of the family rallied around my mom and I like real troopers.  We had the entire Park City Nazarene Church helping us and that was great.  Two memories have stuck with me as I think back.  The church planted a tree in my dad’s honor – it was so little 26 years ago.  Today it’s a large shade tree in front of the church.  The second memory is my husband making grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato bisque soup for our lunch the day after the funeral.  Everyone shows up for the funeral and the funeral dinner – but the day after is when things begin to hit home – and you really begin to feel the loss.

As you can imagine, my mom didn’t want to eat much and really I didn’t either.  There is just something so comforting about a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato bisque soup.  I’ve been married to a man who will not prepare one without the other, therefore, I can no longer eat a grilled cheese sandwich without tomato bisque soup!  The sandwich is  gooey and fun like fuzzy socks on a hardwood floor and the soup is so cozy and warm, like an old comfy sweatshirt.

I remember being so grateful to be taken care of like that – and it meant the world to me that my husband took care of my mom.  He made sure we were both keeping our strength up.  I guess that’s what love does, isn’t it?  ❤

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

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I don’t know whether it’s because I was an only child, or because I don’t have children, but I miss my parents more now than ever before. I’ve tried to come up with some great Mother’s Day poems, but I don’t think they will be written this year. All I come up with is “I Miss You” – you were here and now you’re not here. Of course it’s not that cut and dried. When they were here we made some awesome memories. I hope I never forget a single one.

I’ve done the next thing for ten years. It works, trust me!

I said something the other day – let’s see, what was it? The second it came out of my mouth I thought, “I’ve turned into my mom!” Oh, I remember… I was telling Larry something and I ended my thought with, “And I mean it!” If I had a quarter for every time my mom ended her sentence with that phrase, I’d be so rich!

The circle of life is strange. It’s the way things are supposed to be. I don’t wish them back to planet earth. They wouldn’t recognize it, things have changed so much. The other day I was reading a blog post and saw language that I could not believe is allowed on the internet. If I used that sort of language on my blog, I’m pretty sure my folks would have me eating soap!

And they would not understand all the OMG’s being said either. I would be reminded of this verse:

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain: for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. – Deuteronomy 5:11

I’ll tell you, there is not a new TV show that does not do the OMG’s. It is an epidemic in our country! I tend to mimic what I hear too, so it’s the sort of thing that I hear and then repeat – but I tried to put my own special little “spin” on it – I’ve started saying OH MY WOW… it’s not catching on, but that’s okay. I know I need to steer away from the OMG’s. Did anyone catch the last part of that Commandment??? The LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. Um… not worth it!

No, my parents would not recognize some things that are being said and done these days. It’s more difficult to live here and I miss them more than ever, but God’s helping me to get through. ❤

 

 

MOTHER’S DAY

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My mom has been in heaven for almost 9 years and I miss her so very much.  She was more than just my mom – she was my best friend.

The other day I was looking around at the little things of hers that I treasure. In the corner of my basement is grandpa Frank’s rocking chair and mama’s sweater hanging on it. That sweater brings back so many memories. Mom wore it when she felt cold, so it went everywhere with her. It was the sweater she depended on and wore with everything.

MAMA'S SWEATER (USED 5-12-13)

It had a strong scent of sweet pea when I first got it, but through the years it has faded. I keep most of my mom’s things in that corner. Her rocking chair, sweater, quilt and candy dish make a lovely display and they make me smile.

Nothing will ever take the place of having my mother’s arms around me, but when I put her sweater on and sit in the rocking chair, it’s the next best thing. I gave her hugs while she wore that sweater many times, so feeling that sweater against my skin feels almost like getting a hug from my mom.

Our senses are amazing and trigger all sorts of emotions. I know mama’s busy doing important things in heaven, but that’s okay because I know she is happy there. She’s getting hugs from Jesus and that’s awesome! Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, mom!

Give daddy and the kiddos big hugs for me.  Tell them I love ’em.

Another Mother’s Day is here, bringing joy and pleasures new.

On this special day, Mother dear, I want to remember you.

I cannot give you costly gifts, and I’ve told you this before,

No matter what I give to you, You give back much, much more.

I’m giving you a pure, sweet rose, gathered in the early morn;

This rose you planted in my heart, the day that I was born.

In kindly, loving thoughts of you, and with the faith you still impart,

The rose I give to you today, is the love that’s in my heart.

I love you, mama! I miss you every day in a gazillion different ways. Muah!!!

NATIONAL TEACHER’S DAY

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As Mother’s Day quickly approaches, I thought today would be an excellent opportunity to talk about the lifelong influence a mother has on her children. I read stories every day on facebook from the Diabetic Online Community (DOC) about the sacrifice moms make for their Type 1 Diabetic kids. These are terrific moms who would walk on hot coals if they thought it would help. Each and every one of them would take on their child’s suffering if they could. They would trade places with them in a heart beat! That’s a mother’s love – and there is no substitute for it!

Today is NATIONAL TEACHER’S DAY but I want to recognize the mothers of Type 1 Diabetic children. They are so diligent, and in the process they are sleep deprived and frustrated with the disease, but they have their kid’s backs! They will be there if the world walks away.

Some parents of type 1’s have invested (and they are not cheap) in a service dog to help detect a high or low blood sugar in their kids.  These special dogs really do take a weight of worry from the parents.  As I understand it, there is a certain odor – sweet for high and a sort of metallic kind of odor for low – on the child’s breath.  I can’t imagine how they train those dogs to do that, but I’m so glad they do.

Every mom is great, but the mom of a type 1 diabetic is vigilant!  They set the alarm so they can do those lovely 3am tests and injections.  Often I see a comment on facebook from one of the moms – something like – it was a bad night – and I need a nap!  My thoughts and prayers are with them.  It’s such a challenge but those kiddos are sure worth it!

All moms are great, but the mom of a Type 1 Diabetic is a Super Hero!