Hi Mom.
Its been a while since we spoke last. You passed from this earth about five years ago. Seems like forever. Seems like yesterday.
Remembrances are all I have. But the bottom line is that you loved me. Period. I know there were times I worried you. I am sure there were times you got angry or frustrated with me. But. You loved me.
I remember one night you came to check on me in the little house in Norco. I had done something wrong (I don't remember, grades, whatever), and I was afraid to tell Dad.
You were sympathetic, but you helped me do the right thing and talk to him. Its not that I was afraid of Dad, I just didn't want to disappoint him.
You, however, were the parent I could turn to. You were the one that cared for me when I was sick. Not that Dad didn't, but you were the primary one. When I had a fever, you were at my bedside. When I was just plain down and out, you were the one to buy me comic books. I loved that.
You made us slumgullion, Dad's term for whatever noodle enhanced, budget stretching, leftover using concoction you came up with in the electric skillet. I loved that stuff.
You, my dear mother, encouraged me to learn to cook. It has served me well. It is something I can do well, I give my love to others through my own concoctions. It gives me great pleasure.
I watched you make bread. You showed me how to knead. The smell of the yeast was heavenly.
Then, you let me take the reins in the kitchen. I found the recipe for Swedish Tea Rings in the Betty Crocker cookbook, the one with pictures.
I made a God-awful mess. The floor, sink, stove, and anything nearby was covered with flour.
But I succeeded. I made several tea rings for family. I got rave reviews. I felt good about myself in a way I hadn't before. I learned to give love, to be a caretaker from you. I cherish that.
Now that you are in heaven, I just wonder what is in store when I get there. I wonder if I get to cook there too. I would love to be a part of the team that puts that heavenly feast upon God's table. Who knows. But I will be there.
I can't wait to see you again. I want so desperately to get a hug from you.
As I write this, the tears are flowing, the snot is running, my heart is regretting not spending more time with you. I miss you. Hugs.
Happy Mother's Day.
David
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