Some of Us...about our mothers
Posted: Sunday, February 18, 2007
by Sara M. Medina-Ramos
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Some of Us…
(Dedicated to My Mother, Guillermina Ramos Vasquez VDA de Medina)
Some of us stop to actually smell the roses, get awed at the beauty of the clouds in the sky, or reminisce when the smell of freshly cut lawn takes us back to rolling in the grass when child’s play was really outdoors. Some of us are getting older and get melancholy when the thought of our mothers seep into our memories; those moments of kindness and unforgettable love that are forever embedded in our minds as the light at the end of a tunnel comes nearing ever closer.
Some of us will lose or have lost our mothers and feel at lost and angry at the same time. Lost because we’ve forgotten how important they were in our lives and angry because we wasted the time when they were living to let them know just how much we adore and love them. Cry, because it’s much too late.
Some of us know the consequences of forgetfulness, while some of us don’t ever want to be in that position. We call our mothers often, satisfied to hear the voice from a distance and their voice reassures us that all is still well. We write from far away distances or visit frequently if we are close enough and are especially sensitive to their needs. Our love grows with each day and year that passes. We love our mothers by action, by words, with our thoughts and with our hearts.
Some of us live next door to our mothers and call or see them rarely. Some of us feel it may be too bothersome. Some of us don’t even think of them at all. Some of us have forgotten everything our mothers have sacrificed so that we may have or be where we are today. We have forgotten their sleepless nights or when they couldn’t eat worrying about us. They forget the borrowed money not repaid. Some of us have forgotten the times we needed her to watch the kids while we went out to enjoy the night life…the times our mothers took care of us when we weren’t feeling so good…the times our mothers cried for us in their silence, anguished and heartbroken. The gifts, cards and acts of love our mothers have given us…the acts of kindness shown in the daily routine things they did for us as we were growing into the being we are today. Some of us will cry when it’s too late.
Some of us remember and continue to remember the kindness and unconditional love our mothers gave us. Some of us will show our love towards them with visits, calls, cards and gifts and feel the love. We won’t cry when they have past to the other side, because, some of us, never forgot the love our mothers gave us…we have reciprocated while they are alive and cherish the acts of love we demonstrate towards them that bring smiles to their hearts and peace to their spirit, for we know that we grew up to be all they expected us to be.
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