Wednesdays with Wanda

My mom was born on March 4, 1944.

This Thursday is her birthday.

I wasn’t there when she took her first breath.

But I was there when she took her last.

She was an angel from beginning to end.

I am so grateful to God for picking me to be her daughter.

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I wanted to share with you a favorite childhood memory of mine…

Every Spring, Mom would tell us kids to be on the “look out” for buttercups (daffodils). She would tell us that when the buttercups started blooming, Springtime was near.

Of course, every kid loves it when warmer weather starts to arrive.

I remember riding around in the car with mom, my head stuck out the window yelling “Buttercups! Buttercups!”

We would laugh and smile at the sight of those buttercups. And it became a game between us kids to see who could find them first.

Even as an adult, I still smile when I spot my first buttercups growing wild in a field. And I shout in my mind, “Buttercups!” knowing I was the first to see them. (Of course, beating my brother and sister.) :)

I can’t see a buttercup without thinking of Mom.

Every year, as soon as they appeared in the grocery store floral department, I would buy a plant and take it to my mom.

I would sometimes sneak in her house while she was at work and put them on her kitchen table to surprise her when she got home.

Sometimes I would take them to her on a Sunday afternoon when she had prepared a family dinner for us after church.

Last year, I dropped by her work and gave her some buttercups on her birthday. She proudly displayed them on her desk, and we talked about how much we loved those buttercups.

For me, it was a way for me to show Mom how much she meant to me as a child, and how much she continued to mean to me as an adult.

This year, I will be taking buttercups to my mom’s gravesite. That’s hard for me to say and hard for me to believe.

But I will do it with a tear and a smile, and a heart overflowing with thankfulness for my Godly mother.

These are some buttercups that bloom at our house every year. I took this picture last Spring, and I can’t wait for these buttercups to come up this year. It will be a beautiful reminder of Mom’s unending love.

And I know I will hear her in my heart, saying from heaven…

“Buttercups!”

“Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you!”

Traci

I also wanted to share with you a link to my sister, Cyndi’s blog. She wrote a post about a dream she had about Mom this week. You can read that post HERE.

I am linking this post to Home Is...@ RE.