My Mother is a nuts and bolts kind of woman. Practical with no frills. Dust rag in one hand, and a plate of cookies in the other. Being busy is her best friend. The words "sit down" do not relate to her. If ever you give my Mother a compliment she will brush it aside, saying, "Oh gee!" then she will make a clicking sound with her tongue. She is that predictable, and never late.
My Mother is a do-er, with a generous heart.
(My son Sacha when he was two years old.)
My Mother has given me life twice. Once at my birth, and then again after Sacha's birth.
A few weeks after Sacha was born my Mom sensed something was wrong with me. She said she thought my stomach should be going down, she said she knew I had lost weight, but that my stomach looked like I was still pregnant.
I told her that I felt great, that after three weeks I didn't expect to have a flat stomach, and that if I weren't well, if something were wrong with me certainly Sacha wouldn't be doing well breast feeding.
I wasn't worried and brushed her concern away.
After days of discussing the way I looked, my Mom said she would not return home (California,) until I went to see a Doctor. I told her I didn't mind if she stayed in France with me forever. She laughed, and then nearly bopped me over the head with a wooden spoon.
She has a way of getting her point across.
That is how I found out I had ovarian cancer. It is a silent killer. My Mother's intuition saved me.
A Mother's love, is that she can feel her children from the inside out.
My Mother is the strongest woman I know.
She has given me the gift of life twice. Her love has been my guiding light, and without it I would be lost.
Happy Mother's Day!
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