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Amanda Griffith

Honoring My Mom on Mother’s Day

My normal schedule for Saturday night into Sunday is with my mom. Since my dad passed away and my mom’s health worsened, my siblings and I decided to take turns to be with my mom since she still wants to live in her own home and not to move in and bother any of us; therefore, we decided to move in with her.

Lately, her mind is not very alert. Sometimes she sees things or talks about things that do not really exist. Last night I was with her as usual. In the middle of the night, she woke up and wanted to wait for someone who was coming to see her. It is really sad to see my mom become so confused.

It is Mother’s Day and that is why I wanted to write something about my mom. I had many memories with my mom, sad ones and also good ones. I don’t want to honor her with something she has done for me but something we did together when I was very young.

In our house, on the second floor, we had a open space. I guess I could call it a veranda with no cover. We had a couple of day beds so sometimes we could sit and visit or read a book. I liked to lie there with my mom every night and look at the stars in the sky. She would tell me the names and stories of all the stars. I knew they were made up fairy tales, but I was happy and anxious to hear them every night. Because where we lived did not have electricity at the time, that’s why the stars were so bright and beautiful. My mom always chose the brightest and said that one was me and there was always a very special story about that star.

It’s hard to see my mom so confused now. I woke up this morning getting ready for Sunday church. Before I left the house, I kissed her cheek and said, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” She smiled at me as if she understood what I was saying. Well, maybe something in her does understand…..I hope.

I have never told her how special those nights were to me when looking at the stars with her. I wish I had. I thought that she would never get old and become this way. I am sorry, Mom. I hope maybe one of the Saturday nights when I am with her, she will be less confused, and I will try to find a way to bring back those memories and thank her.

Tell your mom you love her and thank her when she still able to comprehend and happy to hear your kind words. Don’t wait until it’s too late…..and maybe it’s not too late for me either.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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About Amanda Griffith

I am a Franklin and Marshall graduate, English and Government. I taught 6-12 English for 28 years and am a published writer with four articles to my credit. Check out my five star rating on Wyzant.com.
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4 Responses to Honoring My Mom on Mother’s Day

  1. That is beautiful. I hope you get a chance to tell her your feelings many more times.

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  3. Katie Gates says:

    This is beautiful.

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