It’s indescribable trying to explain what it feels like for Mother’s Day to be here, and not be able to see your Mom. It’s something you cannot be sure what it’s like until you’re there. I’m there and I hate it. I hate it for my brothers. I hate it for me. I hate it for anyone that ever has to spend this day without their Mom. I thought alot today about a friend of mine that misses her Mom alot, too. The only thing that makes days like today easier, is spending the day with my family, and knowing that I have friends that care enough to send me a message wishing me a great day or hoping that we’re doing okay today.
I’d give anything to have been able to give Mom another card like last year’s again this year. Last night Chase and I stopped to pick up a Mother’s Day card for our Grandma. I could stand and read cards forever, but it’s an extremely sad feeling to be standing in the isle, reading cards that are from son to mother, and knowing that won’t happen any more. I always avoid the funny cards for holidays like today. I like cards that have words that are spoken directly from the heart and carry tons of love and feelings with them. Those are the ones that truly capture the reason we celebrate this day.
Here’s the card that my mom found sitting in front of the coffee maker this morning. When it comes to picking out a card for someone, I tend to like the ones that are more sentimental and meaningful, rather than the funny ones. Especially for this type of event, and especially this year.
The card reads:
Mom, no gift could ever mean as much as all the things you’ve done unselfishly for me through the years. You’ve given me self-confidence, strong values, and love–important things that will stay with me for a lifetime. I can never repay you or tell you how much you mean to me, but Mother’s Day seems like the perfect time to remind you that I love you.
I thought it would be incredibly hard to write something that could be as good as what came in the card, but I think we did a good job.
I haven’t quite figured out why, but for as long as I can remember there has always been something depressing about Sundays. I can’t really think of any other way to describe the feeling other than depressing. I think if I were to lose track of time for a while, I could pick Sunday out as soon as it came around. Everything just seems so different. And I think it’s more than just the fact that it is the last day of the weekend before heading back to work on Monday.
Today was Mother’s Day, which made it a little different from the normal Sunday. It was nice having my bro and SIL up and us all eating together and just spending time around the house w/ mom. I started it out like I always do and wished my mom a Happy Mother’s Day w/ a hug as soon as I seen her after I woke up this morning.
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