Mother's Day...When I was young my Dad would pull me side on saturday hand me $5. and tell me to go get my Mom somthing.
Poor Mom. Some of my choices were....odd. I think one year I got her an egg beater.
When I had my own home, I made sure on Mother's Day, my Mom was never alone...I kept her close and hugged her... I always had her here, because I wanted her with me.
This year is tough- I've had a little eye surgery that left one side extrememly bruised and swollen---way too unsettling to let her see me...she'd worry and get anxious. So I can't go to her...I won't see my Mom...I won't get to hug her...I hate this. I'm sending Bob with a card and a wrist corsage...to wear right there in front of her to look at all day and know I love her.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Mother's Day Hugs
Mother's Day...When I was young my Dad would pull me side on saturday hand me $5. and tell me to go get my Mom somthing.
Poor Mom. Some of my choices were....odd. I think one year I got her an egg beater.
When I had my own home, I made sure on Mother's Day, my Mom was never alone...I kept her close and hugged her... I always had her here, because I wanted her with me.
This year is tough- I've had a little eye surgery that left one side extrememly bruised and swollen---way too unsettling to let her see me...she'd worry and get anxious. So I can't go to her...I won't see my Mom...I won't get to hug her...I hate this. I'm sending Bob with a card and a wrist corsage...to wear right there in front of her to look at all day and know I love her.
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