This is the first Mother’s Day without my mom. We went to church and listened to the platitudes of motherhood and watched as all the kids went back to their parents after the kids’ sermon and told their moms and grandmothers they loved them. It was touching.
It is also a time to reflect on memories. Out of the blue I remembered a particular time when we were living in Lincoln, Nebraska. It was the summer and it was hot. Absent decent air conditioning, I remember Mom packing up a lunch and taking us to Pioneer Park. It was a good lunch and time to cool down. With our mom, it wasn’t just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches either. We had homemade lemonade, ham salad sandwiches and homemade potato salad. It was cool sitting in the park between the huge pine trees and playing memory games with Mom and my sister and brother. I’m sure she could have found better things to do that day but chose to spend that time with us.
That was just the way our Mom was and I’m sure glad we had the time we did to spend with her.
Happy Mother’s Day