As a professional Nag, it’s my job to help you deal with difficult days. For some, Sunday, Mother’s Day, can be one of those days. Not for typical nag-related reasons, but a challenge all the same. I didn’t want to write such a personal post, but this morning I saw a cardinal in the yard and there you have it, I knew what I had to do. Let me explain…

Northern_Cardinal_Male-27527-3A Mother of All Days:

It took 6 months or better after my mother passed away for me not to reach for the phone only to remember, in the next instant…Oh…right, we can’t talk like that any more. I don’t see her ghost or feel her presence but she is actively communicating with me every day. And I do mean, communicate… I looked the word up in the dictionary.

The imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs.
something imparted, interchanged, or transmitted.
a document or message imparting news, views, information, etc.

She’s “imparting” all the time! She’s imparted the nose on my face, gratefully just the shape, as mine’s much smaller (she had a bit of a honker). My backside…All Lois!  My love of language and drive to find my own writing voice is sustained by her. If it wasn’t for the woman who raised me to respect myself and remember “you marry who you date” I might have dated a lot more bozos.

I see the world through the mind she opened with books, and theater, travel, kindness, generosity, imagination, humor, moxie, and tolerance.

I smell a Lilac or Shalimar and she’s in the room. When I find myself in a situation where I can stand up for something or someone or shrink away, I stand, because she did. She’s in the car on a Sunday drive. If Matthew asks “what would Lois have thought of this,” I can answer him as if I were speaking her mind. He knows the mother-in-law he’s never directly met because she communicates.

Sunday is Mother’s Day and I know for some it can be a hard day if your mother, like mine, is not here to call, hug or spoil. It’s not the same. I know that. But a mother is a mother of all days, not just a Sunday in May, but every day, alive or passed away, it doesn’t matter. She is here, today, right now. In most cases, you’ll see her in the mirror, find her in your heart, your actions, convictions and thoughts.

She’ll say good morning on a cardinal’s wing.