Mother Dear....

Dear Mom,

Words can hardly flow from my fingers. There is so much I would say, so much I want to tell you. So many things I would want to thank you for. It's so easy for us to think only of our not so pretty sides, and to be ultra critical of ourselves. I know it may be that way for you, too, my mother, but this day is Mother's Day, and I want to tell you that I never think of all those imperfections when I think of my Mummy. No, but shall I tell you what comes to my mind when I think of Mother?

I remember being sick once, quite a few years ago. I had coughed (or puked) so much that I had strained my chest muscles horribly. I remember it hurting so badly, and I remember you getting up in the night and rubbing something on my chest to make it feel better. Then you plumped up my pillows, and helped me lay down in a way that made it feel better.

I remember that feeling of wonder when you told me you thought I was good enough to drive your manual car on the back roads after the first practice session. You never scolded or frowned at my stalling the car, and you always encouraged me so.

I remember driving with you to housecalls and births when you were pregnant with Michael and hurt your arm... We had fun driving together and having a fun time...

I remember laughing and laughing and laughing once when we were driving home together one night... I couldn't remember how to say a word and was mixing up the consonants terribly bad... And we laughed so hard.

There is so much to say about you and for you, and yet the words won't come. Is it enough to say that the three words I love you sum up all my thoughts toward you?