Dear Ma,
I haven't seen you in almost six years. We all miss and love you so much! The boys miss your memere hugs and kisses. I miss all the above and more from you. I will always cherish our "coffee talks", shopping expeditions, and planning/executing family events. My biggest admission is that I miss being your daughter. I truly miss the times when you played in my hair, cooked me steak, mashed potatoes and green beans, or gave me the perfect gift (I still have the moon and stars slippers).
I am so grateful to have had you as a mother. You shared such unconditional love, patience, and gentle guidance with a foundation of boundaries and consequences. I attribute all of my mothering ways to you and pray I am meeting your standards. Each year brings new and different challenges in raising the boys, but I approach them with your heart in mind. I may not see the fruits of my efforts until I am blessed with grandchildren and witness my own children raising theirs. I hope you were delighted in watching yours. I miss you, love you, and thank you always.
Love Your Cindi-Pie
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Cindi - It is quiet here at the mall right now and I couldn't resist the temptation to read your blog. What a wonderful tribute to a wonderful woman. You make her proud each and every day.
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Oh Cindi Pie, Why did you have to go and make me cry?? I am sure without one single doubt that Mom is oh so very proud of you!! You are the most beautiful daughter, Mom, niece, friend, etc. You put your whole heart and soul into everything you do and it shows. I am still surprised by the rawness of emotion every time I concentrate on her....sorely missed she will remain until we meet again. Thanks for sharing Honey....love you to pieces!
ReplyDeleteCindi, I think of Bev every single day. I see"shadow moments" and thank God she brought those to my life. You have inherited you Mom's wonderful heart. That is the legacy she left to you.Also the ability to make me cry by just saying, "here, read this" you truly are your Mother's Daughter. Love you, Janet
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