It is important to note that my mother’s love is the standard by which I judge all love.

In those living years, your mothers physical being, her greeting, her smile, her warmth and understanding comes over you with such pleasant magnetism it can easily be taken for granted. I remember everything about my mother and my life with her. These very memories carry me through the low times in my life… they never die, they just get better !.

I had much time to prepare for my mothers departure, yet her physical death still remains and uneasy memory. I continue to come to grips with those moments and try to remember that she would have preferred I focus my efforts on simply living my life with out such regret and to continue to be the unique individual she taught me to be.

This Mothers day celebrate your Mother’s life whether she is with you or not. Use the strength and symbiosis attributed by your mother, to pass on what ever goodness and mercy you can.

I continue to seek the very love my mother imparted, yet rarely see it.

I witness very few nurturing compassionate women anymore. It is sadly lacking in the female psyche. The "Cinderella" fairy tale has run-a-muk, replacing natural intuitions to be compassionate, caring and understanding with mis-guided "mall" shopping self esteem.