On Sunday I spoke at a Mother/Daughter Tea and it was such a joy filled experience. Whenever I get to spend time with old friends AND their sweet children, it is a good day. The young ladies were so kind to my Courtney. They asked all kinds of questions about her and came and spent time telling her stories about little brothers antics and what book they were reading. Miss Courtney smiled and kept looking in the direction of their voices the whole. It made this Mama very happy.
That evening Jerry and I had Adoration with the youth group at church. For some reason, my mind kept roaming over the day. Mothers and daughters…their relationships, the lessons they teach one another, the whispered secrets, holding hands and jumping in puddles together, praying with one another, the yelling and slammed doors too.
I thought of my Courtney and this wave of grief swept over me, taking my breath away.
I kind of gasped and the tears began to stream down my face. All I kept thinking was how much I wished I could hear her say “I love you Mom” just one time, with a clear voice filled with confidence.
My cross comes in the things that will not be. Those words that will probably never be spoken, the dances we will never go shopping for, the whispered secrets and inside jokes, the hand holding and puddle jumping. The late night talks and shared kitchen time.
What is a Mama to do?
Well, this Mama cried. Yep…buckets. It’s something that I have to do from time to time. It’s like a heart scrubbing, a healing moment. All that emotion has to go somewhere, so placing it at the foot of the cross is what helps me. I figure that if Jesus gave me the beautiful gift of my daughter and ALL of those Mama feelings, all I can do is give them back to him to hold and treasure.
This journey of motherhood is a complicated one. Sometimes our dreams come true and sometimes they don’t. So, I cry and I pray and I thank God for the gift that IS and ask him to heal the dreams that hurt to let go of.
Then I hold my girl and read “Fox on Sox” one more time giving thanks for that very moment that one day will not be. I go to bed with my migraine meds, cry some more and sleep, for when I wake it will be a new day and a new opportunity to love my God through my daughter.
** For my husband who came home early so his wife could grieve quietly
** For my daughter and the One thousand reading of “Fox on Sox”
** a clean-eating plan from Coach Andrea that helps clear the body and mind
** For the gift of friendship and calm hands of Miss caroline and sweet Hannah
** new inspiration to be creative in my home
** notes of encouragement that fly through the interwebs lifting my very tired soul
** Beautiful flowers delivered with a sweet note of thanks
**Hallmark Movies that make you think and then cry with sweet joy
** music that makes you praise the Lord and stomp your feet with joy.
** sunshine and summer breezes
** knitting needles cast on with a new project
** migraine meds that heal
** knowing that that voice in your heart truly is the Holy Spirit prompting you to keep going
** love and laughter
** hand holding and puddle jumping, even if it’s only in my dreams.
** a newly dusted shelf filled with trinkets and the memories that go with them
** a bookshelf filled with hopeful words
** a writing partner whose patience is superhuman
** a happy mail day
** a meal plan that is clean and all the prep work done
** preparing for a bridal shower
** young love and hope for their future
** cool cotton pj’s for warm toasty nights
** elastic waist skirts and shorts makes this Mama happy
** a library visit
** cold water with lemon ice cubes
** a son who asks what he can do to make the day better
** you who read these words and pray
+ for our parish as they undergo a major fundraising campaign to raise money for a new church to be built
+ for my Mom’s safety as she travels abroad
+ for my dear readers and all those who have asked us to pray for them
:: in the kitchen
Once that is conquered, we will move on to a painting plan. There are three dressers to paint, some drapes to make, and major wall painting to take care of.
She is now 95 pounds, having gained two pounds in the last two weeks. The new feeding plan seems to be working and for that I am very grateful. So we take it one meal at a time and see where we go.
Have a great day everyone. Blessings and grace to you and those you love.
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