Great Day with Mom

Glorious weather usually warrants the same returns on the day - yet sometimes, somehow I have witnessed just the opposite with Mom. Any excuse to be miserable usually works when her frame is turned toward the shadows. It is unpredictable, disheartening, and unearthing at times. My foundation was built from the early example and words of my mom – a lover of all that is naturally and spiritually charged in this world. She was a young mom -happy and singing uninhibitedly while preparing Sunday breakfast. Offering us the freedom to explore, and the confidence of the success that she knew would be ours, she sacrificed her own options. Her friends all several years older than her, she grew beyond her years too quickly, while her expectations of the world remained those of a teenager. Caught between these two worlds, she now lives in a tug of war between despair and acceptance while that wonderful spirit of hers seems trapped behind a mirror of reality.

Today, however, was a great day with Mom. We ate tomatoes and talked of nothing and everything as moms and daughters do. Torrential rain didn’t prevent her from dressing like a flower. The soft edges of her hair, her smile and the glimmer in her eye renewed my hopes for the world. We shopped frivolously, and laughed. Hours passed like the rain. Her parting hug will linger within me.