Memories Revisited On Your 101st Birthday in Heaven!

Today is a day of celebration in heaven and here on earth! For it is the day that God blessed the earth with the sweet spirit of my Mother, Evelyn A. Cole.

As I honor my mother on this day with the wonderful memories she shared with me, I feel compelled to share some memories that substantiate my claim to fame as the daughter of a one-of-a-kind exceptional mother.

I love You My Mother
Eveyn A. Cole
Mama, there is no one like you. You are a one-of-a-kind motivator, nurturer and leader. I see your admirable strengths unfold on a daily basis and without fail, I celebrate them. You are nothing like anyone else I know, and I am glad you are
my mother. I can tell the peace you have asked God for is here. I see how it envelopes you totally, for you are not in the least bit troubled by anything that you believe is not of God. When I grow up I want to be just like you, Mama. In the meantime I will settle for being a mediocre version of you as I struggle for perfection.

It is mothers like you that inspire me to spend hours contemplating how I can come up with mechanisms that can ensure the unwavering appreciation of mothers throughout the years they are here on earth. For mothers like you deserve to be celebrated on a daily basis, throughout the life span of their children. You need to be loved, appreciated and given your roses/orchids every day of your life.
It is unfair that you have to wait until we, your children, become adults, experienced and “wiser” to get what was by default yours in the first place. How can we now help children understand their mothers (biological or otherwise) and mother figures are the only invaluable CONSTANT in their lives? How can we get them to show it everyday, since tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Since I know this calls for an awareness-raising group effort, other like-minded thinkers are welcome!

I love you, my mother, and I am glad to have had you within close proximity to me over the past 16 years. I have watched and experienced you go through various stages of your life as I am sure you have me. Your eyes still light up in anticipation of news on how a workshop I conducted went; you still celebrate any opportunity am presented with to create art for someone. I am always happy to oblige; even though, I am at times tempted to protect you from the “lows” of my life. In hindsight, I wonder why?
For I know you have seen it all and heard it all, and I can only benefit from your infinite wisdom! Thank you for being my sounding board, and for ‘straightening me out ‘ when necessary. It may not always seem obvious to you, but I always feel guilty when, on occasion, I fail to immediately share the church bulletin with you or stand still long enough to answer your questions about the people you miss interacting with, etc. I promise to do better since I know better!

I remember your comment when I called you from Albany to tell you that I had just received my certificate of incorporation for the non-profit I founded. I want you to know that cheerleading boost will always fuel my resolve to make sense of life with my God-given gifts and my desire to serve my fellow man and woman forever. Thank you for being a caring human being, for even with the culture shock that comes with the 21st Century, you have managed to relate to your grandchildren without compromising your standards and expectations. Thank you for embracing my husband Jim, “the son you never birthed!” I know I have no right to feel “jealous” of your relationship with Jim BECAUSE I realize your special relationship with him speaks volumes of the kind, gentle, loving and well-mannered soul he is. It also tells you that you did a good job raising a child who if she had to do it all over again, had to do it RIGHT!
I love you My Mama
Happy Mother’s Day -Today and Everyday
Madona

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I thank God for making it possible for me to care for her and my father as an adult child, who paying forward all the good they had instilled in me as I could watched and heard them respond to me in real time.

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