Life After Mama
Topic: Life After Mama
I am going
to get a little real, here. Kind of raw. This sermon might even make both of us
cry. But I want to talk about what happens when your Mom is no longer just a
phone call away.
Way back in
the day, when I was between husbands and spent a whole lot of time with my
sister, we did not have Google on a mobile device. What we had was our mother’s
phone number. Any question, about anything, and we would call Mom. Need
directions to the nearest gas station and is it open? Mom. Wondering what that one
book is called about the horse and something about a lightning storm? Mom. Later
on, I would call my mother for sewing tips, moral advice, and how long to cook
something. She was the first person I shared any kind of good news with,
because she was always sincerely excited and proud of me. I liked to call her
on her birthday and Mother’s Day, and our phone conversations grew longer with
each passing year.
Mama passed
away August 25, 2023, but I still find myself reaching for the phone when I get
a raise, or when my granddaughter Gwen says something just ridiculously
adorable. I know my mother is still here, partly because of the Tarot cards but
also because I can feel her here with me. It is not the same as being able to
tap my phone a couple times and be talking to Mama within seconds. Without Mama
to consult when I am faced with a pickle, I have to kind of wing it. I feel
like I am flying blind, walking a tightrope without a net, pick your metaphor.
I have the Tarot cards and that helps with the big things, but I am always
second-guessing myself about the little things.
Now I have a
grown daughter, and I am Mom (Or rather, “Mum”). She calls me for advice
and to share good news and to vent when things get frustrating. In an
emergency, I am the first person she reaches out to, but she also calls me just
to talk for three hours. All of this is wonderful, of course, but also a little
scary. What if I give her the wrong advice and ruin her life? What happens if
she comes to me with a question I cannot answer? Who should I turn to? In
short, what if I am a bad Mom? I barely know what I am doing; who in their
right mind would trust me with such responsibility? But don this mantle I must,
for there is no-one else to do it. I am fortunate enough to have a life partner
who can step in whenever necessary, so at least I am not trying to do this alone,
like Mama had to when Daddy passed away.
All of this
has given me a greater appreciation for my mother and everything she was for me.
I miss her every day. If you have also lost your mother, my heart goes out to
you.
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