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A Message to Mom

 

Mother's Day
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Hello TSJ peeps!  Happy WW day!

“Sir Solomon” and little SJ are in their WW spots.  Yes, Tom remembered today is their day to get some attention and to remind us all to live wisely and playfully as much as possible. Especially on Mother’s Day weekend!

Since today is my mother’s birthday and Sunday is Mother’s Day, I thought our WW could be a mom type reflection.

The only way to write about mom is to be personal.  Moms, after all, are just as different from one another as we are.  We do not all have “Hallmark” stories!  Many of us have had moms who have had mental troubles that show up in abuse, addictions, rejection, constant rage or neglect etc.   But they are still our mom. The one we love to love.

So at the risk of being completely personal and  informal, but trusting it will apply to some of our peeps, I am writing an open  letter to God, stamped with love and sent on the wings of prayer…

Dear God,

Today is mom’s birthday.  It is her favorite kind of day.  Sunny and spring-like.  But true to this time of year especially, the windows are quite dirty. Mom hated dirty windows and I was her chief window washer.  I hated that job with a passion and vowed I would never wash windows when I grew up.  Please assure her that I now have big windows in my own home.

So my present for her today was to wash two windows, the one by the kitchen table and the one in front of my desk.  Tell her I will get to the others later. Those are done.  And I did them with love and gratitude. Just for her. (Well, a little for me too.)

Mom loved Mother’s Day. She always got an orchid to wear to church.  It was the one flower she was not allergic to. Sometimes it was annoying that the only flower we could get was an orchid.  So please tell her this story.

We have an orchid plant that was given by a dear friend who reads my blogs. When I blogged about orchids growing in damp, dark bogs it was when Tom was going through surgery to remove a cancer lesion from his lungs.  She brought us the orchid!  That was well over a year ago.

Please tell mom I have a whole new appreciation for orchids!!  Ours is still giving us buds. This beautiful orchid blooms a lot. Its blossoms are like gems emerging from the dark soil of soul work. The buds, for me, represent the prayers of our TSJ peeps, friends and family.  

It seems that every time I fear there will not be another bud…two or three pop up.

We have four new buds today. And we head for Disney World on Saturday!  

That sure feels like an answer to all people’s prayers for Tom.  And since mom was fond of  Tom she would want this good news!  

Tell her that this year I am celebrating her love for the orchid in a whole new way!

Tell mom that although I remember well the infirmities of the mind that she struggled with here on earth I forgive her completely.  She knows that, but it is good for me to say it again. Assure her that You have been my Shepherd when she was not well enough to do her part of your work. I was never without help.

From those lessons came one of my Sunday School class’ favorite sayings this year: “Although life is not always fair, God is always (t)here.” 

Please tell mom that I am doing well.  I saved the card she gave me on my last birthday during her earthly stay.  You know, the one where she said, “I only regret that I did not know sooner what a wonderful daughter I had.”

Tell her I understand we learn from our mistakes.  I know.  I am a mom myself.

That’s all for now.  Windows and orchids just got me to thinking. Tell her I love her all the way to heaven.  May she play forever in the pastures of your pure Love. I look forward to seeing her happy face one day!

Happy eternal birthdays, mom, and know that I still need my mom.

Playing in the pastures where the Shepherd is.

Margie and Solomon 🙂

 

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2 thoughts on “A Message to Mom”

  1. Beautiful, Margie! Just beautiful. I am wishing my mom in heaven Happy Mother’s Day, too. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Robin. I know there are many, many ways that others have experienced the pangs of pain and the pulse of hope run through their hearts when the mom they love and want to be loved by, cannot quite reach that beautiful connection that others experience. Yet, it is the human journey. And in time we celebrate the good and let go of the pain. Forgiveness and perspective are a blessing God gives humans if we are willing to experience them.

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