For over three decades now, there has not been a week that has gone by that I'm not once again caught off guard with the random thought, 'I should call my Mom', only to realize I cannot.
I remember, when she WAS still available to talk, I seemed to have countless tiny empty reasons not to call..... that I regret .
For all who have the immense privilege of still breathing the same earth air as your Mom, take it from me, you'll be glad to keep that phone warm with your hand print!
'Billie' , as her friends called her, was a brave woman who left her spot in the earth a bit more lovely. But it's odd how youthful eyes are blurred with prickly grudges and mirages of unmet expectations.
My confidence, now, is that she perceives the sadness over the service limitations of my cell phone's reach and hears the messages from my heart.
I have thought long and hard about what is generally called 'the generation gap.' I've personally pledged to lay down my life like a bridge to connect that gap with my own children. I've observed, over my 30 years of parenting, that fighting for open communication, along with vulnerable admissions to my own frail humanity are the beams and bars that will piece together the great divide.
I love you, Mom. I know that you know that by now. And I know now that you loved me.
Happy Mother's Day!
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