Cherishing Memories: A Mother’s Day Tribute | Streampebbles

Hello, Friends,

If you haven’t called your mom yet, go ahead.  We’ll wait. Big hugs, bright smiles, and words from across the miles are all in good taste today, so go all out. She’s worth it.

Sometimes, it’s the simple things we do that wheedle a tear and stay on her mind all year, like a long-stemmed rose on an old dirt road.

Our Mom had champagne for breakfast with friends last Mother’s Day. This year, she’s no longer with us.

I recall hoping against hope that she’d like me when we first met all those years ago. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a rain I wasn’t sure whether to dance in or dash away from. There was a good chance I’d be a troubling reminder of my father’s past. I was twelve, and to me, she was timeless. She popped her gum like a teenybopper, and I liked her at once. Her house was neat as a pin, and she handled her three boys (my ‘new’ brothers) like the best school principal I’d ever met.

However, Mom smiled a lot more than any school principal and

laughed often and easily. More importantly, she smiled at me, which was so reassuring to an uprooted tumbleweed from Arizona trying to assimilate major life changes and marveling all the while at the absolute majesty of the Great Smoky Mountains.

Mom and I solved many world problems as we drank gallons of Suisse Mocha at her kitchen table. I miss those talks, those moments.

Meanwhile, I turned another year bolder this week. I know how uncomfortable that makes some folks, and I can’t help but grin.
My great-grandmother was the sweetest, most mild-mannered person I’ve ever known, but even she grew precipitately bolder with age. In the check-out line at the
grocery store, my g-ma offered her sweater to the lady ahead of her whose “fanny
was falling out of her skirt…”

Okay. I hope I won’t be too bold.

Wishing a very happy Mother’s Day to all!