A Yellow Dress for Mother’s Day
Raye Adkins shares a new Mother’s Day tradition.
I wore my yellow dress in celebration of Mother’s Day. It was not my regular Mother’s Day. It was unlike the times I had cherished for the past forty-six years. The day would be different. My life was different. I felt different. Missing was my usual anticipation of the day’s events. My former sense of entitlement that accompanied my wondering what gift I would receive was no longer present. Before it was my day for a well-earned respite. Now the thought of it caused me to sigh.
It was a few days away. I knew I would receive many greetings of “Happy Mother’s Day” and I needed to extend the same others. But how, how could I do it? The question would not leave and frankly I felt nothing but dread. Just seven months ago, my only child, my dear son had his homegoing. The voice I had always heard on this special day was forever silent.
I prayed. I needed a way to feel the spirit and gratitude for this great day of celebration-a time for the recognition for the mothers of today and of those who have gone before us. I asked God to remove the dread from my heart and the stream of tears from my eyes. I sensed the anxiety that family and friends felt for me. All of it was simply overwhelming.
A few days prior to Mother’s Day, I was in my closet for shoes. As my yellow dress caught my eye, it appeared to do a two-step dance and say, “Me, take me.” I frowned as a special memory gradually found its way into my heart. How could I have forgotten? Grief can easily cloud the joys of memories.
With surprising clarity, I remembered my last year’s Mother’s Day. I recalled the Sunday morning that John walked into church carrying a handful of yellow roses. I was in the choir and could fully see the precious smiles he gave me during the service….Continue reading on InspireMeToday.com.
O. Raye Adkins is an award-winning former public school principal turned nonprofit executive, expert on caring for children facing loss and poverty, and author of the book, Letters To My Father: The Gifts.
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