So Mother's Day means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some it is a day of anticipation as they await the birth of a baby. For some is a day of sweet giggles and hugs as their children bring them home made cards and breakfast in bed. For some it is a day of joy and celebration as they watch their children graduate and turn into adults.
But for some, like me, it is a day filled with grief. My mom isn't here for me to call, send a card and flowers too. But she is in my memories.
There were many of Mother's Days that were filled with hugs and kisses as I gave her cards and flowers and gifts. There were Mother's Days when we took her out for breakfast. That included the year that we thought breakfast at McDonalds was high class. There was even a Mother's Day back in 1999, when I put on a Carolina Blue robe and walked across a football field. I know that it was probably one of her favorites.
And there is now a Mother's Day when I walk past the card aisle at a store, the post office, well anywhere for that matter and start to cry.
Yep, I feel bad for the lady behind me at the post office last week. I don't think she knew what to say as she noticed me staring at the cards as I waited in line with tears streaming down my cheeks.
This year, it's different. There will be a lot of different things this year. Sunday will be one of those days in a long line of first's without Mom.
But I know that she wouldn't want me to sit here and cry. She would tell me to put on my big girl panties and get over it. And I promise that I will. But for the moment, I think I am just going to sit here and cry. Just a little bit.
