Saturday, May 8, 2010

My Sunlight From Heaven

I was feeling pretty sentimental this morning and wrote a post to my late mother for Mother's Day, which is also the same approximate time as her birthday. I replaced it a few minutes ago this evening with this one, feeling maybe it was too mushy and personal for this blog.

It's a mixed bag for me, this time of year. I miss my own mother, yet at the same time, enjoy the extra attention from my children.

Anyway, on beautiful days like today has been, I think she isn't gone; I see my mother in the rays of the sun, shining down on me.

Cheers to those who are our biological or adoptive mothers, who sacrificed and acted toward us in a loving maternal role, and for those no longer here on Earth, leaving us with memories as warm as sunlight from heaven.


  1. Yes indeed KIT, this is still beautiful; even if you opted to take down the other one.

    It's the opposite for me. I start thinking of my father on Mother's Day (he's been gone for 17 years now) and whenever I call my mother at some point she and I will talk about him. Father's Day is always depressing to me, no matter how much attention my children shower me with. As much as I love them, I seem to miss my own father more.

  2. Reggie, Thanks, and thanks for sharing.

  3. I can relate, its been 6 years since my own Mama passed away and like you its a mixed emotional bag. I am thankful for my own kids but it also serves as a reminder that my Mama is gone.

    Right now I am in the midst of what feels like a ritual, on her birthday and on Mother's Day I allow the tears to flow freely.

    I had briefly read the other post but had just come back to re-read and comment on I am glad you mentioned that you took it down or else I would have thought I was losing my mind.

    Enjoy your Mother's Day and be gentle with yourself.

  4. BGIM, Sorry to be laughing, but the losing your mind comment caught me off guard.


    Yes. Thank you, and as sweet as the kids were today, I have a feeling they're just getting started. Whoopie!

  5. Kit, Happy Mothers Day...I need sunshine from heaven today.

  6. Happy Mothers Day Kit,
    Nothing wrong with sentimental and mushy. My own mushy sentimentality borders on the idiotic. I watch Armageddon whenever it comes on, and when the scene comes at the end with the little girl being pushed on the swing I sit in front of the TV sobbing, then call my big girl. Her reaction is generally "Armageddon huh?".

    I hope it's a nice slow peaceful day for you.

  7. "I call front seat!", Casey yelled as she ran out the door and to the car, with Xavier trying to get his last shoe on to beat her to it.

    Too late! She won - that time.

    Off we were to spend Mother's Day afternoon at our nearby botanical gardens, all three of us laughing and the kids cracking one joke after another at each others expense. Their behavior jetted me back to memories of their younger days. It was wonderful.

    We strolled, teased, talked, enjoyed the trees, ponds, turtles, geese and flowers. Xavier beat her out of the front seat on the way back, we laughed some more, and this was followed by a home cooked seafood dinner.

    It's been the perfect day.

  8. Sounds like the Arboretum in LA I used to take the girls to. We'd bring bread to feed the pigeons, wild hens and peacocks. There were certain places we'd climb to that were the girl's secret hiding places.

    Glad you went to a place like that, and glad you were able to recapture a little of the magic.

  9. I truly believe Love never dies... especially a Mother's lLve. It is there in the ether, in our hearts, minds, spirits and souls. It is there waiting to be our counsel, our strength, our wisdom, our guardian, our company.

    Thus, you were right to FEEL your mother's presence. It was and is most probably all around you.

    Snatch JOY!



  10. I'm like Oso. I am sentimental beyond the pale. I hope you had a happy mother's day.

  11. Happy (belated) Mother's Day.
    I'm not close to my mother at all.
    She was never around so I never formed any type of relationship with her.
    But I AM close to those women who were always there for a helping hand when times got tough or for a congatulatory hug, kiss or smile when things went well.

  12. I am sure she is looking down on you smiling.

    Peace, Love and Chocolate


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