karilann
04-24-2009, 07:09 PM
I am the baby of five. There are not enough words that I can fit into any memorial that could describe how I feel about Mom. She was my mommy, she was my best friend, she was my psychiatrist, my advocate, and my greatest fan.
Mom had a gift that most parents can only hope for. She possessed the ability to be a protecting figure yet she stepped back when I fell and, with encouragement, let me learn how to pull myself up. She didn’t fix it for me, she encouraged with love until I could finally fix it for myself. This gave me confidence and the strength I needed to navigate the maze which is life.
I spent a lot of time with Mom simply because we were so much alike. I could get her something and know she’d like it and the same in return.
The memory of Mom that sums up who she was to me happened when I was an adult. It was my birthday. I was recently divorced and just got off a night shift from work. She came to my house and sat next to me with tissue paper wrapped gifts tucked neatly in a pretty bag. She sat there with me as I fell asleep on her shoulder, exhausted and down-hearted. But she made sure she was there. She saved that day; she lifted me up and removed the loneliness. She loved me and she was there.
That was always Mom, there when I needed her most. Thank you, Mom. *forgetmenot
Mom had a gift that most parents can only hope for. She possessed the ability to be a protecting figure yet she stepped back when I fell and, with encouragement, let me learn how to pull myself up. She didn’t fix it for me, she encouraged with love until I could finally fix it for myself. This gave me confidence and the strength I needed to navigate the maze which is life.
I spent a lot of time with Mom simply because we were so much alike. I could get her something and know she’d like it and the same in return.
The memory of Mom that sums up who she was to me happened when I was an adult. It was my birthday. I was recently divorced and just got off a night shift from work. She came to my house and sat next to me with tissue paper wrapped gifts tucked neatly in a pretty bag. She sat there with me as I fell asleep on her shoulder, exhausted and down-hearted. But she made sure she was there. She saved that day; she lifted me up and removed the loneliness. She loved me and she was there.
That was always Mom, there when I needed her most. Thank you, Mom. *forgetmenot