now that i am no longer young, i have friends whose mothers have passed away. i have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it was too late to tell them.
i am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. i appreciate her more each day. my mother does not change, but i do. as i grow older and wiser, i realize what an extraordinary person she is. how sad that i am unable to speak these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
how does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? for the love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? for running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college student who knows everything? for waiting for the day when a daughter realizes her mother really is?
how does a grown woman thank for a mother for continuing to be a mother? for being ready with advice (when asked) or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? for not saying: 'i told you so', when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? for being essentially herself-loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving?
i don't know how, dear god, except to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set. i pray that i will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.