It’s a very complicated relationship we have with our mothers. I know that my own Mother had a very challenging relationship with her own.
I was the last daughter….the oops….the last try for a boy. The one that was named Jamie because there would be no James.
My Mother taught me several things….some good…and some bad.
Holidays were always a big deal to my Mom. Setting a proper table….wrapping perfect presents, and never using the guest bathroom towels or soaps.
House cleaning was done on Saturday…and my mother would come through to inspect…I rarely passed…but to this day I can’t really find anyone to clean my house that is up to my standards 🥴.
Beds were made daily and they had to be a certain way….even in the nursing home she has told nurses how bad they make the bed. I can’t help but giggle….
My Mother was adored by my Father. The sun rose and set on my Mother and now that he is gone her heart is broken.
The death of my Father has been so difficult. Knowing that the person who loved me more than anything is gone…fills my heart with great sadness. I am lonely….I can’t call him….I can’t send packages to him and I still haven’t taken his address off my Amazon que nor have I taken his phone number that no longer exists off my phone.
I haven’t been able to visit my Mother much due to sickness, but when I do she is tired and in pain…it is hard to keep going….but it is important to always show up.
I cannot tell you how empty things feel right now….all we have our memories of our lives and family get togethers….

My family was loud….there was always a birthday…a fight….drama…





My Mother held a very high bar which I rarely made it to. I think it was the same bar she held for herself. I wish she could have learned about the Jesus I found out about at 28….instead of the judgement of Jesus and only that.
I hope when she gets to heaven and our Savior is there to greet her that she will see that she was good enough….and I hope that so many that live like her will understand what loss comes when you completely judge your kids and your grandkids and everyone else in between. It makes for a very lonely life.

I know that someday when I die many will add my faults and things I did wrong….but I think when you decide to change how you were raised and how you raised your kids…great things and relationships can still be had. We are not just our mistakes….and those that only hold onto our mistakes will end up bitter and alone themselves….

Until that fine day Momma…..thank you for believing and making me play piano….

I hope I made you proud.















































































































