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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I Want My Mom

At almost 49, sometimes I still want my mom.   Today is one of those days.  To just crawl into her lap and have her stroke my hair and tell me that everything will be OK.  

But today instead, I get to be a big girl, do what I need to do, be there for my family, figure out what to make for dinner, do some errands, pay the bills, go to the post office and have coffee with my friend.   

Today, I will remember and be thankful, grateful for all the blessings in my life.   For a husband who tenderly cherishes me, cares for us girls in hundreds of ways, has a stable job and can't wait to come home at night.  

Daughters who make coffee and bring me a cup, and refill it even.  :)   

And dear sweet Maggie, a mutt dog who smiles with the corners of her mouth turned up and a sparkle in her eye.   

Thank you Lord.............for this snowy, cold wet day on the outside, but the warm fire on the inside.   

2 comments:

dayna said...

I so relate to your "I want my mom" feeling! Nothing is quite like having the unconditional love of mom. My mom is in Heaven...sounds like yours is, too! Hang on tight...maybe sooner than we think, we can crawl on their laps. Or at least on the lap of Jesus. Until then, you encourage me to give out mom-love to all who need it!

Missed you at the library,
dayna

Anonymous said...

No Dayna I am still here. 73 and counting. Kathleen is just so far away from Idaho. she is very good at comforting the sick as when I was recovering from total knee replacement.
Am waiting for the sunshine when she promised to come back for a visit.
Kathleens Mom