Connie A Thompson

Happy Mother’s Day!

Family6Last night as we had dinner, I watched as mothers and daughters paraded in two by two. All I could think was I wish I could have dinner with my mother. We lost her eight years ago. The funny thing about grief is losing someone is like having an injury that seems to heal, you begin to believe there will be a scar, and then the wound reopens.

It was late April and I wanted to get my brother a birthday card. I walked into the card store and Mother’s Day assaulted me. Cards, gifts, and displays about Mother’s Day were everywhere. I walked out and I’ve always avoided the card store and card aisles from April until after Mother’s Day. I usually get my brother’s card in March.

Yesterday I went to help my daughter. She has three children and the youngest is only three weeks old. Sleep comes in only brief stretches of time and it isn’t always possible to sleep when the baby sleeps especially with a two-year-old and a seven-year-old. I brought the makings for breakfast and we had blueberry pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “It’s been a long time since you made me breakfast, Mama,” my daughter said as she ate her pancakes (sans blueberries since she isn’t a fan).

After breakfast, Daniel and I went to the store in search of a Mother’s Day gift for his Mom. Small displays of cards stood in the aisles. I wouldn’t be able to work up to it, Mother’s Day was everywhere. In that moment, I didn’t think of my mother, I thought of myself. I remembered those first few months of motherhood – the lack of sleep, the overwhelming fatigue, the insecurity and anxiety, and the worry.

How was it possible that I was now responsible for a tiny human being? I did the only thing I could think of, I began to imitate my mother. Somewhere along the way, I became a Mom.



I helped my grandson select a card. Of course he chose one with Elmo. He held it proudly. He held it close, and then he licked it. “For Mommy,” he said giving it to me.

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I watch my daughter struggle, and I remind her sleep will come. The baby will grow. He will sleep through the night. Of course now she knows the great secret, you need sleep because the child becomes mobile. You spend the next several years chasing after, scolding, and attempting to keep him unscathed. At least this time she’ll have a little help as the youngest grows. Siblings are your greatest allies, friends, and enemies.

Last night, one of my brothers posted about missing our Mom. When I think of her, I think of her smile. I think of her laugh. And while I am sad that she is no longer with us, I am thankful that I was blessed to call her Mom.


Being a Mom is more than giving birth. I’ve acquired two daughters over the years. One through marriage and the other through circumstance. There is a great secret that all mothers know, your love for one doesn’t lessen with the addition of another. Love grows and expands. There is always room for more in your heart.

hp photosmart 720Today we’ll have Sunday dinner, continuing the tradition begun by generations of my predecessors. My sweet husband is will be cooking hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill. I’ll serve Grandmother’s applesauce cake for dessert.

Last week we lost a great woman, my mother’s sister. My aunt always had smile on her face. She made sure to send cards for your birthday. There is so much I could say, but I’ll save that for another day.

If your mother is here, cherish those moments and tell her what she means to you. If she’s passed, remember her. Today, I’ll be cherishing memories while making new ones.


2 Thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day!

  1. Danielle Thompson on May 11, 2014 at 8:31 am said:

    So sweet! I miss your Mom too. No one could ever replace her but you are doing a great job at trying to fill her shoes.

  2. So sweet. Happy Mother’s Day!

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