I loved our "dates". My mom and I (and a lot of times, my sister too) would hang out at the mall or go eat at one of my mom's favorite restaurants (mostly Souplantation).
I also love how dedicated she was to me. She was my biggest cheerleader. I often think about how much she invested in me during college. There aren't many mothers who would drive their children to COLLEGE everyday. Who'd sit in their car or wait in a nearby shopping center til I got out. Then, we'd have lunch at Baker's. She also would go to all of my local concerts when I was in UCO and Wind Ensemble. She'd sit in the front row and would just smile ear-to-ear as I sang or played my trumpet. She would also go to every chapel with me at CBU.
It is hard to believe that it has been 10 years since she passed away. And I have noticed that I stopped celebrating her. In fact, it has gotten to the point that I have forgotten all about Mother's Day and only remembered after seeing everyone posting something on social media. To be honest, the last 9 years have been years of mourning. Years of being upset with God for taking my mom away. But this year, and I hope in the years to come, I want to celebrate my mom. I want to celebrate the fact that God chose HER to be my mom. I want to celebrate the 20 years that I got to grow and learn from her. I want to celebrate the fact that her death was not a "good-bye" but rather a "see you later". I want to celebrate the fact that she is in heaven at the feet of Jesus (how awesome is that?). I want to celebrate that her legacy lives on in me. I want to celebrate that my parents' love for each other never died but continues on in us, their children. I want to celebrate the blessing that is my mom.
I love you mom!