As we focus on this season of gratitude, I hope to write briefly about something I am thankful for every day.
My mother was one-of-a-kind. She was creative, generous (to a fault), and stylish. She was a business owner, an educator, and milliner (hat maker), a dedicated church goer and worker, a volunteer at the hospital, and a lot of fun. She loved life and she loved people. And she especially loved me.
My parents were married sixteen years before I was born, and I am an only child. My mother believed in me and encouraged me, and she was my biggest supporter in everything I attempted or even thought about doing. She made my clothes, gave me baton and piano lessons, sent me to an excellent girls high school, loved to have my friends come to our house and go on trips with us, and adored my husband. She was smitten with our children, and they loved their Meemom. She was filed with exuberance and enthusiasm. I could not have had a mother who loved and supported me more.
I miss my mother every day. Her words and deeds continue to inspire me.
I am so thankful.