Mother’s Day

Published May 12, 2012 by francesothomas

My mother has been gone for more than twenty years now, and of course I still miss her. She was shy in public, the type who never wanted to call attention to herself. (Obviously, I took after my dad in that regard.) Yet, she was fiercely protective of her family and was quite capable of speaking up if she felt her husband or children were being wronged.  The songs of the ’40s and ’50s that she sang around the house remain firmly fixed in my memory. So do the colorful expressions from her West Virginia mountaineer background. When I hear other women talk about the conflicts they had with their mothers, I feel so very lucky. My mother was always in my corner. Of that there was no doubt whatsoever. She wasn’t around for many of the milestones in my life, late bloomer that I turned out to be. She missed my second wedding and my acquisition of a graduate degree. She didn’t get to visit me in Florida in person, but she is with me every day in spirit.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: