Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. This day, I miss you just a little bit more. Mother’s Day has morphed into a day of remembrance instead of celebration.
I find myself constantly reaching for my phone to tell you about our latest adventures, our next move, or simply my day.
There are plenty of days throughout the year that I am still figuring out how to celebrate or how to deal. Holidays are always hard. The days leading up to them and the buzz surrounding them prove to be a challenge. It’s difficult to see all the happiness sprawling across social media, but I’m trying my best to see this day for what it is.
It’s Mother’s Day; I was…no, I am lucky to have been raised by such a beautiful person. Today I’ll try to laugh instead of cry. I’ll reminisce on all the goofy moments, all the lessons learned, and all the moments that gave me the strength I have today.
My tack change partner, my best friend. One of the things I always bragged about to my friends (once I grew up a little of course) was that I didn’t have a sport that my Mother came to watch. I competed with my Mother every weekend. I had a sport and a passion that only so many people can share, and often parents can only understand so much of. Not mine, my Mother taught me everything she knew and we spent our weekends running in and out of show rings, adjusting stirrups and sending the other in with a pat on the perfectly shined hunt boot.
To you, My tack change partner, my Mom…I’m missing you terribly, but it’s because you gave me so much to miss.
it’ll get sunnier