Six Years Later,

Ever since the 4th grade, every Mother's Day has been so difficult. That was the year my mother lost her mother, her best friend, someone she never imagined her life with out. It was hard on all of us, us girls were all so close. It was always hard to find the right things to say to my mom on Mother's Day. She told me she never wanted anything big, so I listened. And I'd usually just slip a card onto her night stand, or make a banner for her bedroom. As the years past I never knew if it was appropriate to give her something extravagant or make a big deal out of this one day. The one day I was "supposed" to celebrate how great of a mom she is, she was at a cemetery crying. This year however, I found it to be appropriate to go all out. I mean, it's been six years. And what used to by tears of grief are now smiles, and tears of joy. I decorated the entire house the night before, banners, roses and streamers. I made her coffee and cinnamon rolls. I bought her a rotating picture frame with photos of us, and a box of 48 Ferrero Rocher chocolates. The entire day was dedicated to her. I think she was so distracted all day she was truly just happy. We did go out to the cemetery where my grandma is buried to fill her in-ground pots with flowers. And for the first time in six years, she didn't cry. We didn't cry. It was rather silent, but that was okay, because she was happy and so was I.