To each his own. To me my own.

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my Mama’s birthday. We’ll all meet up tonight for dinner at the steak house on the lake (which is where she chose). There the views are excellent and the food is delicious.

It doesn’t seem that long ago when I had to tilt my head up to look at her, not very long at all. Even though she might not know it, she was always my best friend even back then. We did everything together – listened to eight-tracks, cooked oven-doughnuts and pizzas, watched our televisions shows and jumped the ocean waves together. We share the same apparent love for the sea, as we used to float alongside each other for hours on end.

Of course those teenage years came when I rebelled, and turned into what could have possibly been her worst nightmare. I’ve often wished I could reverse time and rethink some of my actions, but this is just not meant to be. In my most rebellious of years, she actually met and married her soulmate – who I’m convinced God sent to her at the most needed time in her life.

Timing. It really is everything.

Today, she’s still my best friend. As was her mother was her best friend. As I hope I will be my own daughter’s best friend. Life is an ongoing circle, always. May we always be appreciative of what we have at the given time.

Happy Birthday, Mama!

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3 responses

  1. Your sweet post brings tears to my eyes. Mamas are the best friend a daughter could have. I’m happy for you that you have that close relationship with your mother. When I hear of mother-daughter relationships gone awry, it hurts me to imagine a daughter not having that sweet communion with her mom. I treasure my mom. She died young with cancer, but she left a legacy of love with her children. You are a great daughter. Forget those days you regret. God gives us beauty for ashes. Blessings to you, Bonnie, and happy birthday to your mom…

    January 27, 2011 at 10:40 am

    • Bonnie

      Ah, I remember you speaking very highly of your mother before. I can only imagine how wonderful of a mother she was, Carol Ann. You’re right, it’s hard to imagine having a non-communicative relationship with our mothers. I guess each situation is unique, but I simply can’t imagine. Oh, on that glorious day when we all shall meet back up again!! Blessings to you…

      January 28, 2011 at 3:39 pm

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