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"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly." Richard Bach

Sunday, May 8, 2011


My mom, Sheila, at about the same age I am now.

She was sick at my wedding, unable to be there for the birth of my first daughter, and passed away two days after we conceived our second baby girl.   She missed so many of the highlights of my life. 

It is, however, the small seemingly unimportant memories that I cherish.   I am purposing myself to make these kinds of memories with my girls.

Simply, I miss her and the miracles, milestones, and even mistakes we can no longer share.   I do feel blessed to have had her as long as I did.  It will be 13 years this July since she died.

There are so many unanswered questions.....

Did I have growing pains when I was little?  I remember my big brother did.  And all three of my girls have had them.  Did I?

She used to sing in a silly Italian voice, bold and inviting, every time she would make chicken catcciatore.  Her voice and the smell of chicken and garlic would draw me to the kitchen from the back of the house and makes me smile just to think about it. How was I to know that recipe was in her head and not in the dozens of recipes I went through after she died?  I have tried and tried to make it like she did.  But it isn't the same.  That recipe went to the grave with her.

And so many other, personal, meaningful questions will forever be unanswered.

Sometimes when I get an extraordinary deal at a yard sale, there is a small part of me that wants to tell her about it somehow...even now.  I imagine her silently cheering me on.  We reveled together yard- saling before she got so sick.  Now, my oldest daughter shares my excitement.

I have the most unbelievable friends in the world but they can't take the place of a mom.   They have, however, made an impressive attempt at filling that hole.   It was my mother-in-law that made my veil, helped with the wedding, and decorated our first home with curtains.  And it is my aunt who has replaced my mom when I need to talk or need encouragement.  I hope they know how much it has meant to me over the years and still does.

This post is to remember the mom who sang, told me she loved me everyday, and was my biggest cheerleader;  For all the moms who read this experiencing loss;  For The Most Beautiful Mother I Know;   And to honor all the Godly women who make remarkable attempts at filling these 'holes' for other women.

"He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces;..."  Isaiah 25:8

Consider yourself hugged if you are missing your momma today too. 

"The noblest calling in the world is that of mother. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece or who can write a book that will influence millions deserves the plaudits and admiration of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will be exerting an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give. "
- David 0. McKay


JCrovi said...

Christina, You look so much like your mom. What a beautiful photo and tribute to someone so special to you! You are right, it is the little things that are carved in our hearts. Thank you for sharing some of those moments.

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