May 12, 2002

How do you celebrate Mother's Day when you were you own mother, as I was?
Even worse, I was my mother's mother,too.
The answer is, you spoil yourself a little. I sent myself flowers and a perfume gift set and all is well with the world.
My biological mother died this fall 11 days after the 9/11 attacks.
She was almost 80, died peacefully and we gave her a lovely funeral service.

This may sound macabre, but with so many of the 9/11 victims being killed violently (and many horribly) and in the prime of their lives and with so few families of the victims having their loved one's remains to bury, I was thankful for the way my mother passed away. And she was a Christian, so where was the worry?
Nor had she been well for the past few years, so I was prepared for her leave-taking, as I think she was.

In all honesty, the woman was a dragon, so I can't say I miss her, which may sound hard but hardened was the way I had to be to live with her.
Today, I give thanks, I suppose, not for what she did for me, but for what she didn't give me, which I strive so earnestly to cultivate in myself and others: love, support, admiration, respect...and patience, acceptance, and most of all, JOY!
My mother always hated Mother's Day. Poor thing! Maybe she knew how miserable a mother she was.
Rest in peace, Mom.

I can only hope that all the other mothers out there who aren't very loving or supportive of their children will keep trying to be the Best Mom, because as long as there's Life, there's Hope and believe you me, your children are hoping that you'll show them that you really love them, even if they're middle-aged and you're a Senior.
To all those kids of truly loving, supportive mothers, give thanks today and to those adoring, huggy moms, God Bless you!
The Beatles were right:"The love you take is equal to the love you make."

And don't anyone forget it!