That has been the case with me lately. Since my mother's passing, I have lost a daughter and a son, as well. Stress and illness have taken a toll on me. I long and yearn for my mother's comfort and hugs. My father was always a strength with wise words of wisdom, but mother always knew how to console and comfort. A gentle touch of her loving hand on mine let me know I could make it through this, too. In my deepest and darkest hours, I want to cry out... "mother I need you!" Even though I can't hear her, I often feel her near. And my memory takes me back home. Back home to mother, when I was young.
Like most children, sometimes I stayed home from school from an illness (real or not), and mother always made our day together special. She nursed me, pampered me, and covered me up in blankets as I lie on the sofa. She often put the back of her hand across my forehead to check for a rising temperature. Oh... how she cared for me! I felt loved. It was only her and I! Being home with mom on a school day with no one else was the best treat ever. And, she made the best lunch ever! Tuna fish and pickle sandwiches on toasted bread, smothered with butter. Home bottled peaches or pears were the perfect accompaniment. Sometimes she would surprise me with potato chips and a banana.
Now that I can't call my mother and hear her soothing words and feel her comforting arms around me, I make myself a toasted tuna fish and pickle sandwich and open a bottle of homemade pears or peaches. It brings me comfort. It takes me back home where I feel wrapped in the arms of her love. Oh... how I love and miss my mother!
