Dear Mom: The seeds you planted continue to grow

Dear Mom,

I really wanted to call you and just talk; to see what you’re up to today and maybe make you laugh about some funny shenanigans I’ve experienced lately. I miss you.

I imagine you strolling the paths of paradise under a canopy of blue – a sky so blue that there’s enough to make a Dutchman a new pair of britches – as you used to say. That sentiment always made me smile – in wonder. 

I catch myself thinking sometimes about the many strolls we shared. Forever inked in my memory is the morning we walked and welcomed a brand-new day. After a stretch, you told me to stop. “Listen,” you said. “Can you hear that?” Perplexed at first, I realized it was the birdsong that caught your fancy. It was the first time you could hear it in years. It brought tears to us, both.

You taught me about the sacred beauty of nature – God’s gifts – and how his love is manifested through these gifts. So many people miss it, as they hurry through life.

Mary Rita and Mom

I’m glad you bothered to share these things with me. I think they’re important. In turn, knowingly and unknowingly, I aimed to pass this awareness onto my children and now my grandchildren. The seeds you planted continue to grow.

Your life lessons were many – and always delivered with love. There are not enough thank you’s in the universe to convey my gratitude, but I hope your heart still feels the love in the words I penned for you so long ago.

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You hung my first painting on the refrigerator

And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You fed a stray cat

And I thought it was good

To be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You baked a birthday cake just for me

And I knew that little things

 were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You said a prayer

And I believed there was a God

That I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You kissed me goodnight

And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

I saw tears come from your eyes

And I learned that sometimes things hurt

But that it’s all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You smiled

And I wanted to be that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

You cared

And I wanted to be

Everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking

I looked

And wanted to say thanks

For all the things you did

When you thought I wasn’t looking.

Your loving daughter – and biggest fan,

Mary Rita