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In My Mothers Eyes

She held the wee bundle close, gazing into the tiny face just moments old; speaking in a soft voice, she welcomed her long anticipated first daughter. Two big school aged brothers waited at home to greet their baby sister, but for a short time it was just the two of them, alone together. The birthing room was a quiet diminutive space, tucked away up on the second floor of the local nursing home. With the infant at arms reach, she passed the hours either watching her sleep or cradling her close, loving every moment of this peaceful time, alone with her daughter.

The babe was cuddled in the newly hemmed pink flannel receiving blanket, one of the 3 that she had lovingly hand stitched in preparation for this longed awaited occasion.  Mom smiled as she continued to explore, gazing on the pink wrinkled infant face; she felt exhausted, but was now content. She hummed her favorite lullabies, inhaling the new baby scent, gently rocking her soft tiny bundle. Welcoming her newborn she began to explain to the gently resting baby about life, telling her solftly how much she was loved, how as mother she would always be there to protect and support her, that she would watch over and educate her, how much she was welcomed, and how the family had waited for this great day.

The baby's dark partially opened eyes looked up, not that she could see distinctly, but still looking up, searching towards this loving voice. Somehow she seemed to grasp and understand the strong trust and love bonding them together as mother and daughter.

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 A Time To Let Go

 As Mom lay on her bed in the nursing home she looked at peace, the twinges of pain that had crossed her face since the stroke earlier were now gone.  Sometimes her glassy opaque eyes would open and with a vacant stare she appeared to be looking at those around her.  I am sure Mom  could hear the soft voice's singing surrounding her and seemed to be looking to see who was there. Her daughter's hand gently stroked her arm, always the warmth of her hand touching, soothing, the comfort of knowing she cared, that she wanted to be by her side.

The days wore on, Mom never regained consciousness, but the calming voices continued to sing and speak gently.  Mom, it's OK to go now, just relax and let it be.  You have been an amazing mom, I love you.  You have trained us well and now it is time for you to go on to your great reward.  I remained within arms reach and continued to hum softly, gazing into the road maps on the face of the woman who had given  me life, welcomed me into her world and cherished me each day of her life. 

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Happy Mothers Day Mom 

I Know you watch over us still

Especially on Mothers Day

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A Time To Remember

Mothers hold a special place in the hearts of their children and my mom is no exception. As Mothers day approaches and I prepare for my "children" and grand children to come for dinner I know I will be remembering My Mom, all that she taught me, all that she stood for and all that she was. In time the memories of her illness will fade but not the blessings she bestowed on all who considered her a friend, mother, grandmother, mother inlaw. She was an inspiration to many

Mothers Day

A Time To Remember