I guess there is one thing on all our minds this weekend - our Mothers. Let me tell you a little about mine.
She was a lot more patient with me, than I ever have been with my own children. She didn't yell - at all!
She made sure (as a single parent) that I had what I needed, participated in the things that I was interested in.
She was a hugger.
After I married we never failed to talk to one another on the telephone and she would always say 'I love you' before I did. I miss that. She visited me on the Sunday before she died on Monday, and yes, we did hug and say I love you before she left that day.
When I did wrong things, she never judged me. She always said, 'whatever you are doing, I have already done, so never be afraid to talk to me about it.'
My Mother was 60 when she had a heart attack and died. It has been a long 39 years without her.
I've spent more than half my life without my mother. Does it sound odd to hear that I still miss her, even after 39 years? I used to think that feeling sad two years, five years, even 10 years after her death meant I'd somehow grieved wrong. But now I know differently. Mourning is a lifelong process, especially for children who lose a mother young.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of Mother's Day as an official, national holiday. Let's remember, too, Anna Jarvis, the woman responsible for lobbying President Wilson to create the national holiday -- herself a motherless daughter.