carolyn ann wallace spurrier
1933-2004
it.s here again. that time of year when we celebrate mothers.
and aunts. and sisters. and next door neighbor ladies.
in essence, the women who had some hand
in molding us into the people we are today.
mothers day is always bitter sweet for me.
this is the 7th mothers day i have spent without my mom.
but...
every year that goes by, still stings like the first.
see...i have an angel mother.
she was an angel even when she was alive on this earth.
{you just couldn't see her wings}
just two days ago i had a really bad crumby, crappy, all out sobbing kind of day.
one of those days where i would have just picked up the phone
and immediately called my mom. but i couldn.t.
and although i have amazing people in my life that are there for me,
no one was going to do but her.
my mom was that bridge for me...that when i crossed it...
there was safety.
and warmth.
and unconditional love.
there was sensitivity.
and strong arms.
and patience.
there was listening
and sometimes saying nothing...which often said everything.
there was strength.
and poise.
and prayer.
and faith.
and testimony.
what a blessing it was {and is...} to be
carolyn ann wallace spurrier's
daughter. her only daughter.
i realize that not everyone had a mother like mine.
i realize that some of you will never feel about your mothers,
the way i feel about mine.
i realize that there are those of you out there who are experiencing
your first mothers day without your mom...
...or your 5th or your 10th or your 20th.
i realize that there are children whose mothers have been taken too soon.
and i realize that many of you have stepped in to be a mother to a child
or children where there wasn't one.
to every woman who "creates"
and who loves and cares for another...
i wish you
a blessed mothers day!!!
i honor you!
