I started crying as I was finishing my conversation with Mom on the phone today.
They were tears of joy – in being able to hear the voice of someone who makes me so happy, and they were also tears of pain in knowing that, however many decades we have left together, our time with each other on this earth is still finite.
She often says my brother, sister and I will never know how much she loves us, but I was crying because I don’t think there will ever be the words to convey how much we love her and how utterly grateful we are that she is the core of our life.
Mom knows how to love and she knows how to survive–and she knew how to make sure her family survived and thrived based on that knowledge and love.
There is no deeper intelligence than this and there are few things more powerful than this.
Through my mom, I get a sense of how her mother, and her mother’s mother, and all my mother’s mothers each survived and nourished another generation.
Mom, I cherish every day we spend together. You’ve been the best teacher I’ve ever had because you taught me how to love.