Valentines Day 1

I love:

My mother for her ability to teach me to be in the present moment- among other things.

She constantly amazes me with this feat.

Her knack for getting to work and forgetting is inspiring. Never in all my years have I noticed her hang on to hurt, bitterness, or happiness. She's in the moment no matter how it falls; or works it away, depending on the need. Even when I've asked her basic mothering questions on how she survived, her standard reply has been "Oh, I don't remember!".

And so she rolls.

Mom got to work, forgot and survived and teaches me that I can too by doing the same. I, however would sometimes just desire a basic 'how to' tutorial with a pop quiz at the end. Admittedly, it fires me up when she counsels me to not get frustrated and to busy myself. How she is able to do this is often times beyond my comprehension. Slowly I'm learning.

I've never been one for forgetting until I'm good and ready, and can hardly see the point of expressing how I feel by pairing miss-matched socks or scrubbing a toilet bowl ring instead of hashing and rehashing what I'm having troubles forgetting.

In rare moments I can count on one hand, mom has openly shared past happiness or heartache with me. She has done it with grace and time backing her up and most likely with the prompting that I needed to hear it. She has never dwelt to long on the what-ifs or whys, and never spent time holding a grudge or taking to serious what does not need to be taken serious.

Her countenance is always how she feels in the moment and she lives it mostly happy, or works through it.

Come to think of it, I don't think mom ever had a toilet bowl ring...

But now I understand why she has such a green thumb.

Love you Mom!