the Daughter

My mom just dropped in for a visit.  With her she brought gifts!  My mom has a knack for giving.  She is thoughtful, practical, fun, and generous to a fault.  Her gifts are always well thought out, if not over the top and more that you ever really need... but then, isn't that the definition of a *gift*?

Daughters don't always see the gift in their moms, do they?  At least, I didn't when I was growing up in her house, and I'm pretty sure my own daughter would use different words to describe me.  However, after we lost my husband's mother a couple years ago, the very harsh reality that I will not always have my mom around has hit hard.  And, long before loosing Nancy I realized what a spectacular gift my own mom is to me, but now her dropping by means more. 

Since moving back to our old stomping ground (that being the great  Pacific North West), I look forward to and cherish every visit my mom drops in for.  Just having her sitting beside me or across from me in my living room, enjoying a cup of coffee is priceless.  Each encounter with her that much more meaningful.  Even if nothing deep or moving is said, or nothing spectacular happens, her presence alone is a gift.  One that I don't take for granted.

Mother and daughters through thick and thin, for better and worse, till death do we part... not an oath by choice, but a reality through birth.  Mom, you are such a gift in my life and I love you!