You are asleep, and my third Mother’s Day with you is almost over. What a blessing to have you. You are finally getting over the virus you had, and your Dad and I were able to enjoy you today as the normal, feisty, energetic, two-year old that you are.
In addition to being happy and grateful to be your mother, I also found myself a bit sad. I wish some of my grandparents were here to see you. Your Mema’s Mother died when I was two of cancer. That’s like me not having my Mom at this very moment. I can’t imagine what daily life would be like if I didn’t have your Mema to call and ask a thousand questions. Should I be worried about this runny nose? How do I get you to eat more fruit and vegetables? Why are you throwing a tantrum?
Your Grandpa’s Mother died unexpectedly by falling before you were born. I find myself thinking about her a lot these days. Your Great-Grandma Ada had a special gift. Not only could she cook the best collard greens, fried chicken, and pound cake that anyone has ever tasted, but she had a way of making everyone around her feel loved. She didn’t have to talk. It was just something you felt being in her presence. Everyone felt special around her. It’s something I wish you could experience. I used to sit and watch Wheel of Fortune with her and now I find myself watching it with you. Old habits die hard I guess.
You have your own Grandparents and are blessed to have two Grandmothers and one Grandfather. I can’t wait to see the adventures you will have with them. Never take time for granted. It’s the one thing everyone wishes they had more of. I’m thankful for every day I get to spend with you and I love watching the budding relationships you have with all of the women in our family. Every morning, thank God for the time you have to spend with people you love and who love you back. It’s the most important thing you have. Time.