Life as I know it began 27 years ago when I was born to my parents on a fine day in January. It was a blissful 9 months of sharing life with them until today, when it all ended. Today, 27 years ago, was the last day I saw my mother. I hardly knew who she was and until today, questions about her linger in my mind. What was she like? What was her favorite color? What did she do when I took a nap? Questions about my infancy flood my mind even more so these days because I now share the same joy of motherhood she once did with me. Sadly, these questions will be left unanswered until the day I am reunited with her in heaven. At least I know it wasn’t our last goodbye, because heaven (the best place there is!) is where we get to say hello once again!
Hi! My name is Diane and I am a newbie in the world of blogging. Blogging has been on my mind for a while now. Expressing my thoughts in writing has always been a passion of mine. I decided to start today. I thought maybe it would be a great way to remember my mom and pay tribute to her since it is my first year as a mom as well. There a million things I want to ask my mom about my infancy. Questions such as: Did I sleep through the night? When did I have my first taste of solids? When did I start crawling? Was I an “easy” baby? Did I smile a lot? These are some of the things my son and I are discovering. My in-laws would share about how my husband was as a baby and it would always leave me wondering how I was. Though my dad diligently kept a journal throughout my childhood, (which I thought is so awesome!) he left out the details of my life prior to my mom’s death. I guess he thought she would be the one to keep track of my mini milestones. I started reading my dad’s journal shortly after I gave birth to my son, Micah. A lot of my dad’s entries were about how much he missed my mom and the memories she had left behind. It would be mostly about how much I reminded him of her, how when I smiled, he would remember hers and sweet things such as those.
My mom’s sudden demise brought him many sleepless nights and buckets of tears. They have only been married for a year and 8 months and I was a honeymoon baby…according to my calculations. My mom was also pregnant with my 7 month old brother when her tragic death happened. I know..I thought they would wait a little longer and enjoy my existence before thinking of adding on but they didn’t! The double death broke my dad’s heart even more. I was too little to know what was going on. But for as long as I can remember, November 2 is always the day, we remember my mother.
So as I begin this new season in my life as a new mother, I want to begin by taking this time to thank my late mom for the time she invested in my life. Though it was short and sweet, it was and will always be because of her that I now get to enjoy the joys of my journey as a mother. Mom, thank you for loving me for as long as you could and in the best way you knew how. This is a start of my adventures as a mom to Micah. I don’t know how long my time as a mom will be but thank you for bringing me into this world in order for me to enjoy it.
Since the beginning, God has had a special plan for our lives. I do not fully understand it yet, but I am excited to watch Him turn the pages of this new and exciting chapter.
This is one of the few pictures I have with my mom. 1-27-1985
This was when it was my turn to hold my son. 4-27-2012