Some years ago, I wrote a piece about a vivid memory I had regarding Mother’s Day. Try as I might, I could not find it today when I was searching for it. I couldn’t even recall where I had written it. Was it a blog post? An unpublished story? An entry in an old journal? Who knows? The point is, I wanted to put it out there today because it has always been an important memory to me and I thought it might make a great post for Mother’s Day. So, I am going to try to capture the essence of that story here. Wish me luck!

One of the few things I remember from my childhood is going to the flower shop with my dad to pick out flowers for my mom on Mothers Day. Everything from the location of the shop to the smell of the flowers is still ever-present in my mind every time we celebrate the occasion. I can’t remember now, as my old mind is a bit cluttered with other memories (both the wanted and unwanted), just how she reacted when we gave her those beautiful roses, but knowing my mother I’m sure it was with love and gratitude. You see, my mother is the sweetest, most gracious woman I’ve ever known. And I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. I’m saying it because in all my years of watching her, she’s never done one thing that made me question her love for me or my sisters. Whenever I have a problem, my first thought is always that I need to ask Mom what I should do. Even if I don’t actually ask, I always know that it would be a good idea if I did.

My mother is as tough as they come. She has always been able to make something from little to nothing. She somehow managed to care for us when it looked like there was no way possible. If there was any visible extension of God in my life, it would be my mother. And I know that there were times when I worried her, but she didn’t butt in. She let me figure things out. And when I needed her, she was and is still always there.

There are two people on this planet that I love more than life itself; my mother and my daughter. Both have saved my life in so many ways. And I cannot imagine how I could ever have gotten through this life without them. One for being my mother and the other for allowing me to be hers. Today, I celebrate my mother. I don’t know where I would be without her.

Happy Mother’s Day , Mom! I love you.

Rebecca Benston is the owner of Higher Ground Books & Media and the author of over twenty titles currently available through Amazon and other outlets. Her books include a mystery series (The Rona Shively Stories), empowerment resources such as Wise Up to Rise Up, Don’t Be Stupid (And I Mean That in the Nicest Way), and From Judgment to Jubilee, children’s books including Grumble D. Grumble Learns to Smile, All the Scary Things, and See How Strong You Are. Benston lives in Springfield, Ohio with her awesome daughter, Mya and enjoys traveling, reading, writing, and telling it like it is. She enjoys being able to help other authors get their stories out there through Higher Ground and has recently expanded her freelance services to offer more extensive guidance as a writing coach and social media manager. For more information, you can contact Benston at highergroundbooksandmedia@gmail.com.

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