I haven’t celebrated Mother’s Day in 19 years.
I don’t remember what I gave Maw on that last Mother’s Day, but I vividly remember the happy look on her face when she received it. In the back of my mind, I was thinking about how I’d soon be leaving home for college in Charlotte.
But I did not expect such finality a mere 17 days later.
To make a long story short, I came home early from senior exams and found my mother dying on the bedroom floor. She never regained consciousness.
She was hooked up to a hospital machine long enough for me to gain the composure to tell her how much I loved her and what she meant to me. I just wish she would have been conscious to hear it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Maw lately – not just because of the anniversary of her death. I’m a couple months of away from turning 37 – the same age when she died. One of her sisters died from a gun at the same age.
While I have a lot of items to check off on my bucket list, if I were to pass today, tomorrow or whenever, I can look back and feel I have lived a fulfilled life. And for that, I have my mother to thank for her love and the way she put a lot of her dreams aside to prepare me for the pursuit of my dreams.
Celebrating other women
A friend of mine posted a reflection on Facebook about the three women that made a difference on her leadership style.
It’s a fun exercise. You don’t have to be a “leader” to do it. Just think about three women who shaped your career.
I don’t know what I’d be doing if my aunt Arlene hadn’t dumped a bunch of books at my house, if computer applications teacher Kay Copley hadn’t introduced me to the county newspaper editor or if Kathy Nelson hadn’t hired me for my first reporting job.
I’d probably be living in a van down by the river.