The Bond of a Mother
Last week I had the most difficult time trying to write a weekly post. I was emotional and couldn’t put my finger on it. It was the week leading up to Mother’s Day and I didn’t want any parts of it. I didn’t go into the drug store because I didn’t want to walk past the card aisle. I didn’t want to go to church because I knew that they would be doing something special. I wanted to put on my Harry Potter’s cape and disappear.
Slowly there was a gentle way of bringing me out of being sad to being blessed that I had the best Mother anyone could want. I gave away three church lady looking hats that I had brought years ago because I wanted to mimic my Mother’s appearance. My sister gladly picked out the hats, looking at herself in the mirror, and seeing the excitement made me smile.
Next, I received a text message from my sister on Sunday who lets me know that my niece who suffers from Lupus and had been on a transplant list for 12 years was getting her new kidney on Mother’s Day. I have to go to church because I know that’s where my mother would want me to be. So, I procrastinate but make it just at the tail end of the sermon. It’s now that the pastor has asked everyone to stand and those who need prayer to come up to the altar. I stay at my seat as the minister who is praying the tears well up, this is the same minister who was instrumental in my healing process after my mother passed, and it is now I feel my mother’s presence. Next, I open my eyes the minister is standing in front of me, arms open, I hug her with all my might and weep.
The bond between a mother and child doesn’t end when the parent transition to heaven. The sadness that you can’t see them, hug them or talk them is always there. Looking at the bright side of being blessed to have them in your life and honor their memory will bring you comfort.
Patricia A. Saunders
Author, Poet, Blogger