For the Motherless Mothers & Daughters this Mother's Day (long but worth it!)

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I'm a motherless mother. I know I'm not alone. If you are as well, then you understand the bittersweet feelings that Mother's Day brings each year. It's hard to read about others who are lucky enough to still have their precious mother's in their lives. I wish I still had mine. It's really hard to read discussions (not specifically here on MyLot, but anywhere) about people or children who do not appreciate their mother's or understand the gift they have been given. So I wanted to share something my father sent to me today. It made me smile and normally I do not copy things from emails into a discussion here but I felt this one is appropriate given the holiday we will be celebrating next weekend. I'm a mother so I get the joy of celebrating the holiday with my son but I also will be visiting the cemetary and will have to face the fact that I will not be able to tell my mom how much I love her to her face on that day. I will not be able to feel her or hug her. It will be hard but I'm going to try to reflect on her life and the short 17 years with her that I was given. My mom was such a funny strong woman. I will always remember her laughing and smiling. She was very creative and an excellent cook. Neither of which were passed on to me. Most importantly I knew she loved me more than anyone else in my life. I was her #1 priority and that made me feel very special - even though I had 4 siblings, I never felt like she loved any of them more than she loved me. She was a good person with a good soul and she continued to protect me even as she was dying. I will always remember her and my love for her will never die. So here's the little email I got from my dad about Mothers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. And PLEASE feel free to share with me about your own mothers. Tell me something special that you remember about her. What made her so wonderful? MOTHERS The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But the end will be better than the beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there. "So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength. "And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. "And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God." And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates. "And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......." ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!