If I Don't Get To See You...

In my post yesterday, I expressed some of how I feel about this year's Mother's day.
I reflected on how women have such potential to change the world, to make it a more peaceful and better place.
I thought and wrote about my own mother.

Today, Mother's Day, in the year of 2013, in the quiet of a dreary rainy morning, my thoughts turn to my children and their children.

When I think of you, Jen, I think of gentle love.   Thank you for bringing your light to me.

Derek, you said the sweetest thing to me,  "If I don't get to see you, Happy Mother's day."
For many reasons, with those simple words, you touched me.

Jim, you made me feel very special yesterday in much more than 2 dozen ways.   You are my Jimmy and you are always with me.

Anne, your "just checkin up on you" and hearing that little voice "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" was the warmest of  hugs.

I see the car pull up.  The door bell rings.  The dog barks.  I look out through the side window and I see   two little faces peeking out from behind pink rose buds and a pail full of carnations.   Special delivery indeed!

Gosh, I miss those other two little guys.  But, I am going to see them soon!

My son, my Joe.  Now as my thoughts turn to you I am filled with the pain of loss.
It's true, today is just another day.  Another day that I don't get to hear you say, "Happy, Mother's Day, Mom."

I imagine what today would  have been like.  I picture another little face in the window, holding a card.   I can clearly hear your gentle voice as you prompt him,  "Go ahead, give Grandma her flower."

So, no for me today is not just another day.

If I don't get to see you, Happy Mother's Day.