This afternoon will mark another year since my mom's death. Nine years have come and gone.
While so much has changed, so much also stays the same. You see, the lives of my brother and I (and my dad) change with each passing year (as we all do), but truly... Brett and I are the people my mom raised us and shaped us to be, which is why enough stays the SAME.
I realize in this 9th year I am MORE my mother's daughter then EVER! Deep down, I have this sneaking suspicious as I mature and age, I take on more and more of her persona. Despite this feeling, I have a great fear I will never be the mother my mom was. As I attempt to manage two toddlers and a full time job, I try and raise my twinners right. I fear I often fail in parenting, discipline, or nurturing in ways I don't think my mom did...
So, here is my request for the angel today -- Mom, please channel yourself in me as I mother Marly and Dean! I relish my sweet IDEA of what kind of outstanding grandma you would have been if you could have been both healthy and here with us.
God bless those gone away... (We also give thanks for those present TODAY!)