Today’s post was inspired by
writing prompt number 4.) Ode to your mother…write about a special memory you have of your mom in honor of Mother’s Day.
I don’t much care for dates, because I am not fond of numbers.
You see 3rd of May is a very sad day in my family. It is the day I lost my mom and my grandparents lost their daughter. Now that I am a mother I can better understand the overwhelming sadness my Grandma felt. She dreaded the day weeks in advance. We were always quiet and there was terrible gloom in the air. I hated 3rd of May with passion.
Please don’t misunderstand. Every time I think of her I feel sadness and loss. We all have one mother. None of us want her life to be forgotten. I just hate that there should be a day I am to mourn her death more then any other.
Not that many years ago I met my husband. Who had great neighbors. That became great friends. I spend most of my free time with them and it felt like being with family. We were once regarded as mother and daughter by a kind waiter hoping for a big tip. And thus I was ‘adopted’.
3rd of May happens to be my ‘MOM and DAD’s’ anniversary. Today they celebrated their 42nd. For over four decades she stood by him, through war and peace; moving around the globe, loving him and raising their children. I adore them. The way they finish each others sentences, agree to disagree, the way he looks at her, the way she asks him for opinion. How they love their children and grandchildren. How they love their country. How they have traditions. Above all, their honesty.
She was there when my husband proposed. She guided me through my first steps in married life. She welcomed me in her home and told me all was well when I became a wife of a man in the desert. She helped me choose the very first clothes for my son, when he was just a peanut on the scan. She was the first person to like my blog.
She may not be my mom, but she is a mother figure. I love you, for all you are.