Love You Still a post revised

Okay, so of course Mother's day was yesterday. I happen to be a firm believer that Mother's day should be every day, and I am grateful that the world acknowledges it as the most important day aside from the birth of Jesus Christ...and the 4th of July. I can remember the very first day I told my Mother I loved her. It was on my 5th birthday. See I heard people say I love you before and I always thought they were saying it because they were feeling something that I was too young to know about. So when my Mother would say "I love you", I would always say..."Me Too" Like that was the normal thing for a child my age to say.

Well on this particular day it was my birthday and I wasn't having a a birthday party or anything, I was simply hanging out with my Mom. We went to what was at the time my favorite place to go...Venture! How many remember that store? There was something about that place and as a kid, you think your rich when you go into a big department store like that. We were walking around and some how or another I got separated from my Mother. It was the worst feeling ever...that and a toothache. I couldn't find her...and I tried to call her name but it seemed as though there was no air in my lungs. I remember looking around in circles...walking up and down aisles and finally crawling into some kind of cabinet case thing where they keep the jewelry. I couldn't even hear my Mother calling my name as she was looking for me as well...all I could hear was her voice telling me "I Love You" as she did everyday of my life. My mother never let a day go by without telling us girls (my sister and I) that she loved us. It was and still is the sweetest sound a child can hear from a parent. Esplly if one parent is all you have. Even when that woman (gotta call her that when I'm mad) would give me a spanking...or how the old folks say it "A Whoopin" she would always tell me she loved me, which as a kid you can't quite grasp that concept.

So as I was in that jewelry case thing I closed my eyes and began to envision my Mother standing in front of me and remembering what she told me to do if I ever get separated from her and I began to calm down. Mother's always have that way of making you feel better even when they are not around you. It's just the things they say and how comforting they make you feel. So I opened the door and I was headed to the nearest check out counter when I heard my Mother's voice...."Dee~Dee!" I heard it so loud and clear that time. I looked up and there was my Mother. After catching my breathe from the vice grip she had me in, I said "I Love You Mommie" for the first time and truly felt what love means. To me it means to feel without seeing...and that is what I guess I have been looking for my whole life...that same feeling of love I have for my Mother...just with a little spin on it (wink)

To my Mother: "Mother, I truly, madly, deeply love you with all my heart. And as long as God allows my to breathe I will love you just the same. Through the good times and the bad times, you have never given up and that shows me what true strength is. You are the Queen that God intended all women to be, and your reign is forever. Even at times when I was acting like the true un-mistakable jerk I can be, you found a way to love me still. Even when I seem withdrawn you found a way to love me still. Even when I didn't listen you found a way to love me still. Even when I was as stubborn as an ox, you found a way to love me still. Even when you didn't quite understand me you found a way to love me still. So now that the shoe is on the other foot, all the things you found a way to love me through, I will find a way to love you through...because I Love You.....STILL:)"

...Breathe....