Mother's Day

My mom

About 2 years ago my dear mother passed on from this world. It shook me to the core. I felt like she was one of my best friends. She raised me after raising 4 of my sisters who are older than me. I was her little second family. When I was about 7 years old my father passed away from cancer. I couldn't believe how such a strong, athletic healthy man who was also a Methodist pastor could be taken from us at such an early age. However, I guess God had other plans for us. My mom grieved for my father but she went on... she had too because of me. She picked herself right up moved us to nearby family and the area she grew up in.

Like many of you have said on your blogs today she did everything too. She made many of my clothes at least until I became a teenager and got picky. I had a hot breakfast and dinner every night. Even in the 70's and 80's we didn't eat boxed meals. I always had something nutritious. When I was sick she cared for me and when I cried she comforted me like nobody else can. In High School I was on a dance/color guard team for 4 years and almost every weekend had some kind of activity to attend to. I don't remember her missing any of them.

Fast forward about 10 years and she helped me take care of my own daughter, Christina. You remember how scary the first few days are when you're not sure what to do when you come home from the hospital. She was the best help in the kitchen and took turns with my dh when she had colic too. Then when Robert was born she was there to help take care of us all again. Shortly after his birth she was diagnosed with of all things, colon cancer. For five years she endured treatments and numbing pain in her fingers, sickness, lack of energy but she continued to see us even traveling to ND when we were stationed up there. After getting married and spending all of my adult life away from her we always managed to visit usually twice a year or more. We talked every week usually for an hour or more. Most of my relatives have not visited me since my husband and I got married but not my mom. She was at every base that we have been stationed at in my husband's 21 year Air Force career. She either drove herself or flew to her destination enduring long car rides and delays even when she had cancer.

She was the most classy, beautiful, and kind person that ever lived as far as I'm concerned. Most of all she was good on the inside too. She always did things for her family before herself. She sacrificed everything for her children and grandchildren. I just wanted someone else to know my mother, Phyllis Snyder. This blog is her, I love you mom! forever and ever.

Carey

(your baby)

my little handmade gifts from Christina and Robert

Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers!

I'll be back soon with my makeovers and a giveaway that I promised was to come soon.