A Message To Mother

“I understand! I understand how you feel, Mom. I understand that during the days when your life appeared in total confusion and despair, your heart remained unstaggered on one course and that course was in loving me!

You shouted to the world and to me…..”You were born on a Tuesday and it was raining”!!!!! You held strong in holding your love for me within your heart and your precious memories of us within your soul, from where I once lay near in the days before you shouted to our world.

You looked to us for a shoulder in the years when it seemed  that we were too big for yours….What we did not realize was that in being our Mother, you would quit needing our presence in your life but you would never not want it in all the years to come.

 We know that perhaps you will never quite understand what it is we may need in our lives but we will stand by as we watch you try to find it for us…. each of us knowing that even though we are grown now, we do not always know the answers within ourselves.

 We did not know that there is a time in every Mother’s life when the opinion of her Children are so valued that she turns to them for what they think are the answers and what she knows may be the feelings she will base her journey by.

Through the mistakes you feel you made in the years of being a young Mother, you never truly forgave yourself for not always doing the right thing. You could not have known then that you would use the pain of those mistakes, valuable lessons learned and maturity from years gone by to become an amazing Grandmother. Your happiness lay in wanting to carve precious memories in the hearts of your Grandchildren with a love that equaled the strength  of stone; memories that no one could take away from either of us or them.

And as we gaze though our Family album of memories she has created for us, pictures return forgotten memories to our hearts. In sharing these moments, my Mother realizes that she will no longer need to hear that we understand.  She has given us a gift more valuable than a monetary value; she has given us the memories and words from her heart pasted on pages with her hands into an album thereby validating her identity as “Mother”…. And while creating this gift for each of us, there is no longer a need within her for her children to understand; she finally realizes that we have always known how much she loves us…. finally….

”She understands!”

                                                                                   Millie P. Lorenz

MGM

 

 

 

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