Today is the day set aside to honor the women who are our Mothers, those women who stand in the stead of our mothers and those women who are just motherly in their nature who care for us all.
I miss my Momma every single day since she has passed. But I am so thankful for her influence and her care in my life. She taught me all about life and had a gentle way of making things seem less intense and more manageable even when it was hard for me to understand.
Mother's Day is a day to also remember the wonderful blessing of having a good Momma. Not just someone who brought a baby into the world, but the soul who loved me, held me tight, wiped my tears, cheered my victories, supported me as I learned new things and helped me feel excited about all that was a possibility.
She baked the nicest loaves of bread. I didn't inherit that skill. She also made really good cake. The good kind, not from a box.
She made my clothing and pajamas. I remember her sewing into the late hours to make me clothing that was nice and made me feel loved.
I remember her cool hands on my face and forehead when I was ill, her warm hands bandaging my cuts and boo boos and the kindness in her hands as she wiped away my tears.
Momma would read to me and tell me stories and sing me songs while she played the piano. It was such a nice and comfortable feeling to know that she was there.
Now, I take comfort in the fact that she is in heaven. There would be no other place she could go. She has received a reward that is most assuredly deserved. I just hope they have a nice piano there where she can play.
I am thankful for my goodly and Godly Mother. It is the best thing to ponder upon on a Mother's Day that I can honestly say that my Mother was and is a good woman.
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