…….As Only Your Mama Can
In August of 2009, I initiated a blog to my daughter,
Madison, in attempt to say in writing to her what I could not say in
person. As well, it was my attempt to
share with her what my parents had shared with me….messages from my heart to
hers. I tried to write each Monday,
thus, “If It’s Monday, It’s Mom”.
Over the past four years, approximately 208 weeks, I have
missed less than 24 weeks (6 months) total. It is probably the most committed
writing project I have ever attempted and is one of my favorites. It is my legacy to my daughter.
I don’t know if anything I have said to Madison (and, now my
sons) makes any difference, but I believe that one day it will….if nothing
else, it will give them a glimpse into the heart and soul of their mother…
…and, that will be enough.
So, as my young-woman-daughter moves this weekend into her
own (well, she’s renting from a sweet friend, but Delia will understand what I
mean), it is not a bittersweet moment for me.
No, not at all.
Will I miss Madison?
Miss the many, many days I await her smallish red sports car turning
into our driveway…fixing her a cup of tea and talking about that evening’s work
shift? Will I miss the tender moments
spent out on our deck sipping our hot drinks and sharing about life? Will I miss being here as she cries over a
patient who is not fairing well or a friend who is struggling?
Absolutely.
I carry each moment in my heart as a precious gift from God….and,
I am grateful.
It is a privilege to be a Mama..Mother…Mom - especially to be hers.
It is an honor to carry a person within your being, give
birth and then watch him/her grow and be and become….
It is a gift from God to share life with the life which God
placed within you….
As Madison takes her next steps further into adulthood, I
will not walk with her in quite the same way.
Our bond will change…it will be different….
I have always asked my children to leave our home “under the
blessings of your parents”. Madison does
that this weekend. She leaves my and her
Ladder’s home with our blessing, our prayers and our growing excitement as we
watch her grow “into one of the loveliest flowers in the garden of life”.
She’s ready…
So, to Madison, daughter, friend, and precious girl….I say…
“I love you more than all of the sand on all of the beaches
on all of the world….
.....As Only Your Mama Can”
Mama
