Remembrance of a Mother’s Day Past

In the United States, Sunday, May 10 is Mother’s Day, but because of the pandemic, most of us will not be able to get together with our children, no matter how close they live. Many of us will make the best of it through Skype or Zoom, and that is exactly what Clif and I will be doing on Sunday morning. Despite having bad points, technology really is a blessing. Being able to see and talk to my children makes me feel ever so much better.

Recently, as I was scrolling through my vast library of pictures, I came across Mother’s Day photos taken seven years ago. I was younger and in better shape. My hair was still dark. Liam was alive, and my daughter Shannon and son-in-law Mike lived in South Portland, an easy drive from where we live. (Dee, in New York, was too far away to join us, but she would come later in the summer.)

Shannon with her dog Holly, and me with my buddy Liam

For a Mother’s Day treat, Shannon made her signature low-flour chocolate cupcakes with peppermint cream. Oh so good. I could have one right now.

The day was cool and green. We took the dogs for a walk and then had cupcakes and tea when we came back.

These pictures make me both wistful and grateful, aware of both loss and happy memories.

Life is like that, isn’t it?

 

51 thoughts on “Remembrance of a Mother’s Day Past”

  1. Look how small Holly was?! Couldn’t pick her up now! ๐Ÿ˜œ

    Wish I could come make those cupcakes for you this weekend!! But very thankful for Zoom so at least we’ll be able to at least see each other.

    Happy Mother’s Day!!

  2. Bob and I were almost 2 years beyond our cancer surgeries, we still had both of our dogs, and we never could have imagined life in the covid times. Life always has surprises!

  3. Challenging times, for sure. I think I miss hugs the most. But as you wrote, at least we can see their faces via the internet, better than not at all. Hope your Mother’s Day holds gifts all the same.

  4. I hope you have a wonderful couple of calls on Sunday. I have really gotten to cherish video calls lately. It’s amazing how close they can make you feel.

  5. I keep reminding myself that in my Grandparents and great-grandparents time if a family member emigrated to Australia or America they would probably never be seen again and the only contact would be by letter (unless they lived somewhere where they could send a telegram and afford the fee). Births, marriages and deaths would only be heard about weeks or months after they happened. Even moving to the next county would have meant visits very infrequently. My parents wrote home every Sunday when I was a child and their siblings wrote back every week too. Now I message my children every day and even when my son is in Bangladesh visiting the in-laws I can contact him instantly if I need to. I miss them very much but it is better than it was way back then.

    1. Yes, yes! It was the same here. Back in the day, when someone moved out west from Maine, it was unlikely that they would ever see their family again. A lonesome thought. Very grateful for Zoom and email.

  6. Life is like that and I hope you and your family have a Happy Mother’s Day virtual morning of coffee or tea, plenty of delicious breakfast desserts, laughs and conversation sharing more of those happy memories, like that wonderful photo, and looking forward to when you can all be together in your home.

  7. It is. Happy days! One of my friends is having a birthday and his daughter has been putting together a video and asked me to send something for it. It has made me a bit nostalgic, although I suspect what’s happening now is making us all feel nostalgic for any time it wasn’t like this.

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