Missing My Mom on Mother’s Day

This past February, one day before my mom passed away, I opened an email from my five-year-old preschool teacher.

She’s now the directress for a church, and she expressed interest in having me speak to her community.

Immediately I thought of my mom, who was in the room next to me, yet unresponsive. With all my heart, I wanted us to laugh and discuss the irony. You see, I was the shyest kid ever, and I refused to go to school that year unless Mom came with me. She appeased me many times, and for years we’ve joked about our pre-school memories with the beloved Miss L.

Now, 42 years later, that experience had come full circle, and I wanted to see my mother’s reaction as I shared the email and added, “I’ve come a long way, right, Mom?” She’d laugh and understand exactly what I meant because she knew my life history, down to that early struggle.

I realized then how this was my new normal. For the rest of my life, I’d long to pick up the phone or walk into the next room and tell my mom what just happened.

I admit how I used to be skeptical when elderly people spoke about the deep ache of missing their mothers. To hear an 80-year-old say, “My mother’s been gone for 40 years, and I still miss her every day” sounded a little far-fetched to me. Now, however, I get it. We never outgrow our need for our mom, and only when they’re gone can we see their deep imprint on our lives. We miss their voice, their touch, and the way they loved us like no one else on the planet.

My mom wasn’t perfect, but she was the perfect mom for me and our family. She and I ended in a great place, where I could appreciate her and thank her for her countless sacrifices, yet I still felt regret in her last week of life. It wasn’t just those seasons where I acted salty, resentful, or dismissive; it was also the efforts I didn’t make, the invitations I didn’t extend. I’ve worked hard to be a better mother – but what about being a better daughter? Why wasn’t I as intentional in that arena too?

I found peace in knowing that my mom understood. She loved me unconditionally, even when the relationship felt one-sided. On her deathbed, I knew she wasn’t thinking about the times that any of us disappointed her. Instead, she felt blessed beyond measure. She’d lived an amazing life and was ready for heaven. She couldn’t wait to see her parents and escape the suffering she’d endured for years.

My mom faced a health crisis on Mother’s Day weekend 2016 that almost took her life. She recovered, yet she never walked again. For an active, social, accomplished, and extroverted woman, being trapped in a body that made it hard to leave home was a challenge. Yet as she lost physical strength, she gained an incredible inner strength. She showed her children and grandchildren how to suffer with dignity.

My mom sometimes wondered why God didn’t take her during that crisis. On particularly hard days, she questioned her purpose. What made her remarkable was how she pushed through her doubts and trusted God’s timing. She leaned on her family’s love and fought to the end, hanging in there for all of us.

Having 4 extra years with my mother changed me profoundly. I learned about myself – and my selfish nature. Initially, I wanted Mom to bounce back so that she could take care of me again, but over time, God softened my heart toward her struggles. He opened my eyes to the world of wheelchairs, hospitals, doctors, caregivers, and handicapped vans. He revealed to me that in a culture likes ours – that prizes speed, strength, and achievement – we miss a major opportunity to learn from the humility and wisdom of people past their prime.

I feel so blessed that my mother loved me and knew that I loved her. Many women have mom wounds that are deep and hard to bear. Wherever you are in your relationship, I encourage you to work toward peace. If your mother has loved you well, then pass on her legacy. Pay it forward with your family and friends.

And if your mother has mostly been hurtful, then love her with healthy boundaries. Break the cycle in your family, and ask God to help you forgive or restore what happened in the past.

My mom is my reminder to be patient with my daughters as they grow up. Even if I feel unappreciated, even if they don’t love me back, I can love them like God loves me. One day, my girls will feel the pain that consumes my heart right now. They’ll know the deep ache that never leaves. This perspective now guides the way I raise them. More than ever, I want a strong connection. I want them to have peace and joyful memories when it’s my time to leave.

My mom cried out for her mom a lot in her final season, especially in moments in pain. For the first time in 45 years, they’ll celebrate Mother’s Day together, and while that makes me happy for them, I still long for my mom’s presence. I wish I could have her back in a healthy state. I’d give anything to catch her smiling at me with the wonder of a mother’s love.

After my mom died, someone told me, “Whenever I miss my mother, I thank God for giving me a great mom.” I’ve taken this advice to heart, yet it doesn’t stop the pang when memories pops up. Missing my mom can make me feel fragile, but then I remember – I’ve got her spirit in me. I’m stronger than I think. I saw my mom fight to the end, hanging in there for her family, and healing will come as I continue her story and share the love she generously gave down to her final breath on earth.


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Posted by Kari on May 3, 2020

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10 responses to “Missing My Mom on Mother’s Day”

  1. Tulane Duke says:

    Awesome words about your beautiful mother. She was
    beautiful inside and out. Love your writings!
    Tulane Duke
    Your mom was smiling from heaven.

  2. Karen says:

    Loved reading that. I was 26 when my mom died. She was 53 (breast cancer) and the most amazing mom. I pray every day i can be the kind of mom my mom was. I felt so sorry for myself for years after my mom died and my only sister said to me,”instead of feeling sorry for yourself that you lost our mom early, why not thank God for the mom we were given. Most people don’t get that.” It was hard to hear, but so true. Now, I do thank God. My sister died at 46 of cancer, and I thank God for both of them. But, I also still miss them terribly. Thanks for your writing.

  3. Misty says:

    Thank you for sharing your story. My Mom died 19 years ago when I was 22 and she was 50 from ovarian cancer. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and miss her. I’ve felt that sense of guilt for not being a better daughter. I know that she forgives me and is watching (and laughing sometimes) as I raise my own daughter. It does give you a different perspective as a daughter and a mother when someone so important is gone. Thank you again and Happy Mother’s Day!

  4. Annette says:

    Thank you for the reminder of how our Mothers love on their daughters. My Mother passed a year ago today, we had a very fractured relationship and hadn’t spoken the last 7 years of her life, she had mental health issues most of her life. Leaning on God heavily has been the key to finding peace in my heart, we can only love them for who they are but we can ultimately only control ourselves and take our lessons to break the chain with our daughters! Thank you for reminding me that she did the best she could!

  5. Debby Tanner says:

    Thank you so much for sharing this!! I lost my Mom in 1990 on the quadruplets 7th birthday…so difficult..and such a struggle for me to be in a new place without my friends! I was with her when she died and her last words were “please dont be sad, you are the strong one and I want you to celebrate these children and my day to be in heaven with God” I totally didnt understand at the time even though she had been diagnosed with breast and endometrial cancer. My children and their children have been my life and my gift since her death…I dont know if I can ever match her as a mother but I feel secure knowing that she loved me unconditionally and taught me to trust and love God.

  6. May Patterson says:

    Such beautiful words, Kari! May God heal & strengthen you as you share your Mom’s love with your girls and with all who read this. Have a blessed Mother’s Day!

  7. Glinda Blackshear says:

    Kari, I’m so moved by this tribute to your beautiful mother. My mother died in December after a 12 year battle with Alzheimer’s, spending the last six in bed. I understand. Lucy was my friend, and I was blessed to know her.

  8. Eve Engle Kneeland says:

    Your mom loved you kids fiercely. She was so proud of every little thing each of you, and her grands, accomplished. She was an inspiration always, but especially in her last months. Lucy was unbounded love, grace and dignity personified.

  9. Rhonda says:

    Thank you for this beautiful tribute. I am fortunate to be 47 and still have my mom, my MIL and my step mother (all 77). I can sometimes feel overwhelmed having 3 kids in 3 schools (elem, middle and high school) while now having my widowed mother living only a few miles away and my MIL moving here in a month. Being caught in the middle of raising kids and trying to be there for the older generation that is alone can be a lot to juggle. Your piece yet again reminds me of the importance of cherishing them. I am a lot to a lot of people (and organizations) but because no one pays me I often feel like I haven’t measured up. Then I remind myself that life is about people and the relationships you have with them, and nothing else (well except faith of course).

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