I started to think about writing a post for Mother's Day. Again, I did not know what to write. This photo was taken in 1976. I was nineteen years old. It depicts how we spent most summer afternoons. Swimming. I remember the hydraulic lift. I remember sitting in the sling. I remember my mom attaching the sling to the lift. Mom would raise the lift and position it over the water., I would dangle there until she got into the pool "Mom, please hurry up. I could fall in,' I'd tell her. "Oh, you're fine. Give me a minute," she'd tell me. That was my mom.
When this photo was taken I had many hopes for my future. I wanted to be a medical social worker, get married and have a family. I wanted my mom to be proud of me. My life did not work out the way I had planned, but I know she was proud of what I accomplished when she was alive. I hope she is proud of the way I have handled things since her death. I failed a lot, cried a lot and even cursed a lot, but I made it. My mother was a strong person. Whatever strength I. have. I got from her.
Someone told me when I had to leave my house and move to a facility, that I should say, 'Come on, Mom, it's time for us to go now." I did. I know that she came here with me because I feel her presence all the time.
July. 1st I will finally be moving into my new home. I know my mom will come with. I hope I will continue making her proud as I begin my new life.
Happy Mother's Day Mom. Happy Mothers Day to all the moms. who read this post/. May your children continue making you proud.