The Mother of All Regrets

Mother’s day is tomorrow. It’s an incredible day because my daughter is so excited to celebrate it with me. And like for many who’ve lost their mothers, it’s also a hard day.

It isn’t the remorse for what I never got to say that weighs on me. It’s regret for all that I did say.

I was a young adult and full of myself.

I was so mad at her.          I didn’t expect her to go.

For anyone who loves their mother (and not all of us do) I wish for you the ability to stop nagging her about just one of the many things adult children nag their parents about. And to cherish one thing you love about her even more.

Happy Mother’s Day.