I see my Mother in me. My husband sees my Mother in me. Some people might have dreaded this day – but I did not.
I hear my Mother in my voice when I walk into my daughter’s room in the early hours, wishing her a good morning in song.
I see my Mother in me as I dance around the kitchen using cooking utensils as a microphone to bring a smile to my daughters face.
I see my Mother in me as I get down on the floor with my daughter to read her books.
I hear my Mother in my voice as I dramatically turn the pages.
I see my Mother in me as I sway my daughter from side to side, humming softly, cheek to cheek.
I see my Mother in me as I scramble to make sure that there is a least one vegetable side in every dinner.
I see my Mother in me as I make coffee for my husband every morning out of love.
I hear my Mother in my voice as I pray for my daughter every night before bed.
I see my Mother in me as I glimpse in the mirror at the bottom of our stairs as I walk past.
I see my Mother in me as I tuck my freezing cold feet under my husband every chance I get.
I feel my Mother when I love on those around me.
I never realized while growing up, all of the little gifts that she was giving me, the ones that would last a lifetime. I am not sure if she even knew about them.
Thank you Mom, for all of your gifts, through all of these years.
Happy Mother’s Day.