I’m remembering the sound of their small voices as they jumped on the bed to wish me a happy day,
the breakfast in bed they prepared with the help of their dad,
the moments when I looked at them and felt my heart explode with a love that can’t be explained.
I miss being as important to them today as yesterday, but that is the way of things as children grow up and have children of their own, children to whom they become center.
As I look back on being a mom, there are pages I would rewrite, but even with the mistakes I know I did the best I could.
I remember my mother saying to me that children are on loan. They grow up, they go their own way and we should enjoy them while they are ours. I so understand the meaning of that now and am so grateful for the time the girls were loaned. Though being a mom is a forever thing, the role changes and now I look at my daughters who are moms and hope they treasure the precious years they have with their kids. They are times that cannot be reclaimed or done over and are some of the richest in a mom’s life.
All mothers are rich when they love their children.
There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones.
Their love is always the most beautiful of the joys.
And when they seem most sad, it needs but a kiss which they receive or give to turn all their tears into stars.