Mother’s
Day has always been a bitter-sweet celebration for me. Despite the fact that I have three wonderful
(now adult) children who rocked my world and enhanced my life from the day they
were born, a few tears are always shed as I think about my own mother.
I
lost her when I was in my teens, so Mother’s Day has always encompassed a visit
to the burial park. And a lot of
unanswered questions. Has she forgiven me those ‘terrible teen’ years? Would we have been friends as adults? Would
we have had mother-daughter spa days, luncheons, and out-of-town shopping trips
the way I do with my daughter?
Every
‘big’ moment in a girl’s life, graduation, my wedding, the birth of my
children, the publication of my first book, even my divorce, were always
missing something. (Read someone)
From
an early age, my children were aware of this loss and always worked hard to
make Mother’s Day full of special moments.
I have been spoiled with too many wonderful memories to count, but one of
the most memorable is the year they surprised me with a rose garden.
I
was working out of town and got home Sunday late afternoon to find they had dug
up a patch of weeds in the front garden and planted three rose bushes. The garden had a Mom’s Rose Garden homemade
sign. Each plant was signed with the
title of one of my published books.
Callie’s Honor, Anora’s Pride and Grace’s Folly. The waterworks flowed that day like never
before. Happy tears.
Years
later, they showed up at my downsized beach-side cottage on Mother’s Day and
announced they were going to the beach.
They arrived back laden with armloads of driftwood and promptly built me
the driftwood garden bench I had been yearning for.
Losing
my mother at any early age, I learned that life offers up no guarantees. It’s up to me to make every moment
count. Celebrate well and often. Make memories. Learn from my mistakes. And most important, tell my loved ones I love
them every single day because it might be my last chance to say it.
My
heroine, Rachel, in FABULOUS AT FIFTY, is a mother, a daughter, a sister and a best
friend, who finds her life turned upside down. I throw everything her way. Suddenly single and unemployed, she is forced
to reinvent herself at the same time her daughter comes into her own and
chooses an unorthodox path to motherhood, making
Rachel a grandmother. Meanwhile, her sister’s ‘perfect life’ starts to crumble and her relationship
with her own mother takes a twist. Four
generations of women! Did I ever have
fun!
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Kathleen
So sorry you lost your mom so young. But the answer to your questions is: YES! She forgave you, she loves you and I'm sure she's looking down on you so proud at what you accomplished! A mother's love is a wonderful thing. You are blessed to have the beautiful children in your life that you have. Happy Mother's Day!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kari. I am very blessed and never take any of it for granted.
ReplyDeleteMy dad died when I was 8, I fully understand all the things you wrote about and the story of the Rose garden and bench brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing❤️ Fabulous at Fifty was my first read of yours and as I’ll be 50 next year, I hope I am half as capable as Rachel! Time to read it again too👍🏻
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shelley. I know you are having a wonderful Mother's Day with your amazing girls and adorable grandson.
DeleteWhat lovely children you have, Kathleen. Thoughtful, kind and talented. But then, I know their mom and how blessed they've been to have you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bonnie. I feel just as blessed to have them.
DeleteWhat a moving post, Kathleen. Thank you for sharing. My husband lost his mom about fifteen years ago & holidays, particularly Mothers Day, are bittersweet for him. You're so right about the life lessons you took away from your loss. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI believe in finding the positive side, no matter what happens. Your husband is lucky to have your understanding.
DeleteBeautiful post, Kathleen, and you definitely have beautiful kids. What a wonderful gift that rose garden was.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joan. That day with the rose garden is as vivid in my mind now as the day it happened. I know they always worried how to out-do themselves the next year and the next. I love that every year is different. And as memorable.
DeleteOh, my gosh what wonderful kids. You have raised them well to care about what's important. You mom must have been a beautiful person even though she wasn't with you as long as you wished. Happy Mother's Day. I'm sure your mother would have been so proud of you all.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nora.
DeleteWhat a wonderful post, and what great kids you have, too. Thanks for sharing that, Kathleen.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Liz. It wasn't easy to write.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could give teenage you a hug. No words can express the loss of a loved one. Your children are lucky to have a mother like you! And the rose/driftwood gardens are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lavender. The loss is always there, but the beauty of today and every day helps a lot.
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