My Mom is the rock that I, being a water girl, revisit and swirl around, for she is a brilliant, crystalline, woman. I know this should have been last week's post, but she was on a trip and I was missing her (blessings to all of you who have lost their Mom, for that hurt would never leave me.) I could not let myself miss her more by posting last week. Does that sound very odd? She is back from her quilting art retreat, today, and we are going to Mom and Dad's tomorrow and I am awash with joy and calm. I truly love this intelligent, left and right-brained marvel, who is Wendy to my Dad's Peter Pan. She is able to conjure magic and glee in my children's hearts. She managed the whole town's Water and Electric's finances before retiring, is so very artistic and gave me my love of reading many books per week. We both can spend hours and hours together, just being. We have a kindness that others have noticed we share and I tell them that "She is the starlight that leads my compassion and the road, whenever I feel lost. Any kindness you see in me is my Mom and it resides in our rosy, Welsh cheeks. She is in my blood, sweetening every decision. She is calm and reserved, but, loves all of us with an abandon. It is like she is a marathon biker, though, with this love. She is steady and enthusiastic. That love never burns fast and fades. That love for us is with her every moment, with such a gentle, constant rhythm. It is something that I never take for granted, a moment with her. My children long to share hours gardening, talking, cooking, and reading with her and she has gifted our lives more than words could ever tell. I love you, beautiful woman. I love you, Mom.
Love is the ride.
7 hours ago