“Gifts
from a Mother’s Heart”
Flowers
arrived at my door today. Trudging
through the snow over the unpaved walkway, the delivery man arrived with a
bright bouquet of orange gerbera daisies, red roses, yellowish-white lilies and
greenery, a perfect match for my house and my tastes. A message read, “Happy fiftieth, love Mom”,
who else, simple and perfect. Tears
welled in my eyes.
Mom,
I should be buying you flowers. You gave
birth to me. You nurtured me for
years. You cleaned my room, my bathroom
and cooked dinner for me for two decades or more. You paid my college tuition. You kissed my knee when I fell down and
hugged me tight through the trials of my life, although you had plenty of you
own to deal with, you stayed strong for me, your sensitive daughter.
How
do I thank you? I can’t thank you
enough. You are getting older although
all my friends comment on how young you look.
You are strong and healthy. I
hope you stay that way for many years to come because I don’t want to imagine
my life without you in it. You are my
best friend and my confidant. You are my
shopping and travel buddy. You taught me
to love books, travel and the world.
Again, I say “thank you”.
On
the eve of my half-century mark, I don’t want to celebrate “me”. I want to celebrate “you”, my Mommy, my Mom
and now the girls Grammie. You are all
of these names wrapped into one, Mother.
My
life without you wouldn’t be my life or any life. You gave me life and love. You continue to shower me with “gifts from
the heart”, whether it’s a travel guide on Santa Fe, a paperweight with a leaf
from our trip to Virginia or a cool orange coach bag. For these and for all the treasures you have
gifted me, whether it is a souvenir from a trip or your love for learning, my
heart opens with gratitude.
In
dedication to my Mom, Sara Joan Vahle Herron
Susan
J. McFarland
February 2015