Mothers Day Flower Delivery-No Excuses

For those of us with amazing mother's in our lives I believe that there should be a Mother's Day celebration AT LEAST once a month.  My mother  was one of those kinds of people.  Her influence has gripped me throughout my life and led me through the toughest of times.  When we were only small she worked locally and came home tired to an exuberant family.  She had patience and time to stay up to wash our clothes, polish our shoes, read stories, play games, fix dinner, wash the dishes and pick up the house, bathe us and comb my long blonde hair 100 strokes every night, then get up 4 hours later to do it all over again.                                                                                                                                                                                

She insisted on dinner out once a week with full dress up clothes.  She said that cleanliness was next to godliness and that there was NO excuse for a lack of manners.  We went from cooing babies to clay casts of kindergarten hands through the trials and tribulations of childhood and with it came the outbursts of, “I hate you, I hate you!”  She responded with only a look of sadness, and loving arms circling our shoulders or waist to reply, “But I love you.”

Her patience and devotion were tested many times as we walked those first steps of babyhood, adolescence and adulthood.  She stood by with bitten lip as the doctors poked, probed and stitched cuts, aches and pains.  She made it through a tragic illness.

We learned more than lessons from her and we had many of those.  She kept us busy with boy scouts, girl scouts, ballet, animals, horseback riding, music, snow skiing, karate, modeling, and school.

She mimicked a cat in water when it was time for driving lessons by gripping the car door handle and searching frantically for the seat belt.  Swift with soothing remedies and solutions, she only offered advice if asked and it was never meant to interfere with our own foolhardy decisions.

Being allowed to make choices and suffer the consequences was one of the kindest and most valuable things she could have done for us.  We put her with my father several years ago.  They both rest in peace.  Each of them too young to be put in a grave.

My brother and I sold the last of their estate several years ago and when we signed the final documents it brought us peace to know that both dad and mom are finally together at rest.

I miss her.  I miss them both.  I still take her flowers every month for all the times she stood by and watched me and loved me no matter what. She loved flowers.