Mother’s Day
by Ashley Weeks Cart
Mama, I know what I want for my birthday next week, but I don’t think I can have it.
Oh yeah, what is it?
Momar. I just want Momar.
Me too, baby. Every second. Of every day.
I have been dreading today. Facing a Mother’s Day without my mother. A motherless Mother’s Day.
I ran into the pharmacy to pick up a prescription this week and fell apart in the card section. The onslaught of Mother’s Day cards brought me to my knees. I have no mother to whom to send a card this year. And that never ceases to be a devastating reality.
I would have purchased this tote for my mom this year. The sentiment, the French, and the organization it supports are a trifecta of awesome that just scream ALLISON. So I bought it for myself, and wear it as a reminder.
Maman, Je t’aime.
Every second. Of every day.
She made this beautiful family of mine possible and I see her reflected daily in the smiles and noses and hearts of my children.