Sometimes it’s pretty easy to remember her. After all, for me, she’s hard to forget when she’s called three times in the last hour. One of which, was to leave a long voicemail telling me it’s time to get married to Jean-Marc. Le sigh.
But what if those voicemails weren’t there? What if I wasn’t being nagged into nuptials? Sure, my blood pressure might indeed be lower, but so would my mood. I’d miss that special person who’s always desiring to bend my ear. The one who delights in hearing my voice—that is, when I can get a word in.
One thing that’s rung true in my life…that’s always ended up playing out in the end…is that mom’s almost always right. And not just because she tells me so (she did in the voicemail right after the marriage one). But really…honestly…her guiding influence, like her voicemails, has always stuck with me. It’s just one symbol of her love—her footprint on my life. The one that’s walked beside me.
This Mother’s Day, to let her know I love having that love, I’m going with personalized gifts. I chose these three (I needed to make up for the previous two years).