Today is Mother's Day. My Mama passed away over a year ago. She always told me how much she appreciated what I did for her, and how much I meant to her. But during these last 15 months, I have discovered things that she thought about me that she never told me.....little hand-written statements written in books or in a letter. I would have loved to have known these things while she was living. If I had known she felt about me in these ways, we could have shared our hearts in ways that might have made us so much more closer.
How many times do we hesitate sharing our feelings with those we care about? What makes us hesitate? Are we afraid we will be judged? Are we afraid that we will not live up to their expectations? Are we concerned our words will hurt them? Are we even afraid they will not care about our thoughts? Our human mind creates all kinds of scenarios, but in the very end, those scenarios mean very little. What matters is telling those we love how we feel, and just letting God take care of what needs to be taken care of.
Thank you, Mama, for always sharing your faith and your love. You fought for me. You believed in me. You passed on your fighting heart to me, and your belief in other people's potential. You passed from this earth strong in spirit and in faith just as you had always been. You left behind your legacy of faith that always speaks peace no matter what I face. I pray that I never leave this earth without telling those I love what they mean in my life. I pray that my heart remains open and sharing. But perhaps, if I miss something, they also will discover a jewel I have left behind.