This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Time is a great healer

I was so upset earlier tonight, and now only 3 hours later, after the kids have gone to sleep and the house is silent so that I have time to reflect, ponder and pray, I am at peace.   Thank goodness we have times like this to help keep the crazy moments in check.

It doesn't take long before the frustration transforms back into the true love and caring that we have for our children.  We continue with the regular needs/wishes/wants of the day or night and suddenly we feel better.  Before you know it you are giving goodnight hugs and kisses, tucking them into bed and telling them how very much you love them (and mean it!)

It's so good to get rid of negative feelings before heading to bed.  Peace is so comforting.
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