Happy Mother's Day

At first glance, this letter might seem to be more about me than Mom. That’s not why I’m posting it today. She wrote me this, in her own shaky hand, a year before she passed away. I had taken care of her for years (and she took care of me), but we had been having a very rocky financial year, and this was the only birthday present she could give me. I treasure these two little pages of notepad sheets above all cards and gifts. All my family know how deeply she loved us. But I like to say I have written proof. The 1991 Mother’s Day card was made by John and was among her treasured keepsakes.

1998

Dear Bryan,

Thirty-five years ago, we were expecting a little “fire-cracker” around the Fourth of July, but when you didn’t show up, I had you by appointment. I always said you were my 10-month baby.

You were big, 9 lbs. 3 oz., born right after 12 o’clock, and you were a big strong baby who could flip over right away (most babies take 2-3 months). Now you are a big strong man, so kind-hearted, and have a gentle, sweet loving spirit.

You are too good to be true, “Saint” Bryan. It’s no wonder we, who love you, love you so much. I love you, son, and wish you many more “Happy Birthdays.”

Love and Prayers,

Mom

 

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Love you, too. And prayers always and every day.