Mother's Day Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I have so many memories of my life and of everyone that helped to guide me, mold me, nurture me and loved me. Moments and flashes of faces and voices that have withstood the years and the tears and the fears of growing old.

MOTHER’S DAY MEMORIES

By Al Garcia

I have so many memories of my life and of everyone that helped to guide me, mold me, nurture me and loved me.  Moments and flashes of faces and voices that have withstood the years and the tears and the fears of growing old.  But of all the memories that still remain, the most profound and most reflective of my life are the many Mother’s Days I celebrated with my Mom.  The pictures and the feelings in my mind and in my heart still fresh and pure and deep of that special day that still brings me joy and peace and even a tear or two.

On this day I still see my Mother’s face and feel the joy she felt and the pride she showed with her sparkling eyes at being pampered and coddled for having done what came naturally and instinctively to her – being a mother.  I learned in my life, that a mother’s love not only embraces and enfolds a child’s heart and soul, but that a Mother’s heart nurtures, teaches, heals and consoles the ever-growing nimble and fragile body and mind of the child that flourishes before her eyes.  And it is those Mother’s eyes that see beyond the childish cries or awkward adolescence or even arrogance and boastfulness of our later years.  A Mother is the constant in our lives that keeps us anchored and secure in who we are and who we will become. 

The passing years have only reaffirmed the fragility of my very being.  I miss my Mom’s embraces and her motherly admonishments, as well as her many compliments, approvals and even praises at what I’d done or was about to do.  I miss the sparkling eyes that looked at me and saw the child I used to be.  I miss her hands on my shoulders as I sat at the dinner table talking about my day at school or about some nonsensical thing that she always found interesting and fascinating.  She was my friend and my mentor.  She was a Mother.

Mother’s Day memories transport me back to a time and a place where life was simpler, quieter, and where I was young, foolish and still did not fully understand or appreciate the love, compassion and devotion that surrounded me and shielded me from the world around me.  My memories of my Mom and of the many Mother’s Days we shared now explain the ever-lasting feelings and emotions that helped to form the outline of my soul.

Mother’s Day memories, not just a recollection, but a feeling and a state of mind that continues to live and thrive within me despite the passing years.  I feel the intensity of my Mother’s love and joy stronger with each passing day, despite the fading dreams of tomorrows that may never come.  I am the child that she still sees and loves.  I am the dream that she helped come to life. 

She was.  I am.  We were.  And sometime, somewhere, we will be again.  For a Mother’s love is always and forever. 

Mother’s Day memories always make me cry.  But they are tears of joy and tears of hope, and tears of gratitude.  Just as I was once your dream, you are now a part of mine.  Our connection always there and always strong.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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