My mother died almost 10 years ago, at a pretty advanced age given her state of health. I always miss her, I always will. Here’s a list of things I would (or wouldn’t) do if I could
have just a few hours with her again.
I would listen to her and not lose my temper, sniff or complain. Even when she narrates everything she’s doing as she’s doing it, or comments on every single thing or person we pass in the car!
I would hug her more often.
I would bring her little luxuries more often than I did. I tried to bring small presents, especially jewelry, whenever I traveled somewhere exotic or new, and she loved that.
I wouldn’t tell her that I hated salmon croquettes. They were her favorite, so she thought they had to be mine as well.
I would believe her advice and act on it. Well, maybe not.
I would break that bushel of green beans she promised to Aunt Eunice and only grumble once.
I would understand why she spoiled my brother, and why she never stopped trying to change me into a different person from the one I am.
I would kiss her soft, old, wrinkled cheek. That would be best of all.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there, and to all of us who ever had one!
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