Friday, July 29, 2011
My boys love their Momma...but now they can only talk about her in the past tense.
Was Mom here for that?
Will we still go sledding on the big hill Mom took us to?
Remember when Mom would hide and scare us...
Can you play Tickle Monster with us the way Mom did?
Do you know how to make Mom's Corned Beef?
Mom would have liked this...I wish she was here...
You see...I'm afraid they are loving her in the past tense also...and I'm worried that love isn't as strong as those secret moments only they shared...when she loved them...as only a mother could.
In the beginning they slipped quite often and called me Mom instead of Dad. It hurt when they said it...it was a reminder of how much they still needed her. It's more painful now...because they don't slip...they see us as a family of three...but that's not my view.
I pray my boys don't lose sight of what their mother was and still is...the heart of our family...the thread that tied us together...the flame that made our house explode with joy...the woman who shaped us...