White linen and the scent of comfort. That is how I remember my mother when I see this photograph.
I thought about this when I read an article today on the Huffington Post website. Find it here. While I am not adverse to having my photograph taken, I am often the photographer. So, the majority of our family photographs are of the kids, the cats and the chickens.
My husband is also frequently absent. We should change that. But in the meantime, for posterity I share this image of me and my peeps.
This was a memorable Mother’s Day a few years back. With full tummies, smiles and warm embraces, we sat for a quick photograph. I love how our hands came together naturally. I hope my children look back on this image and remember that day at the Frank Lloyd Wright Cafe in Spring Green. It captured that fleeting moment before our lives went back into full gear, and we rushed off to the boy’s soccer match.
Time to stop and record. Make memories that bring back the scent of mothers and fathers.
On the eve of Mother’s Day, I must always reflect on my own mother. I do this to clear my sadness and to prepare myself for my own day … one where my children become the focus.
My mother passed eleven years ago. But every day, I think of her, remember her, miss her.
Tonight, I flipped through the images of my history with my mother. In the August 1968 photo above, my mother and I are meeting for the first time. Her face says it all. She was my mother from that smile on.
Only in the last few years have I been able to truly enjoy Mother’s Day. That has been in part due to my children growing up to an age where they fully relish the celebration. How can I be somber when they are so joyful?
Happy Mother’s Day to you all.