Thank You, Gus: For My Mother, and for the Memory

Today was a good day.

A blessed day.

It’s Mother’s Day, and while I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the mother I had, I’m also thinking of those for whom this day feels heavy.

To anyone missing their mom in the physical…

To anyone who never knew theirs…

To anyone wishing for a different kind of relationship…

To those who’ve lost a child, or long to be a mother…

I see you.

I’m holding space for you.

And I pray for comfort to find you gently today.

As for me—yes, I miss her too.

But I also feel her joy from wherever she is now. Maybe she’s resting in peace. Maybe she’s been called back into a new body. Who knows, really. Either way, I choose to be hopeful. I choose to remember the light.

Her laugh. Her warm hands.

Her corny jokes. Her unmatched cooking.

Her dancing. Her teaching. Her walk with God.

She was a peacemaker. A giver. Someone who made places better just by being in them.

And yeah—I remember her flaws too.

The parts I didn’t understand when I was younger.

But now, with a little more life under my belt, I get it. I see it. And I’m doing my part to grow from it.

I carry all of her—joyfully.

Thank you, God. Thank you, Gus.

For this life, this connection, this love that still moves through me.

What a gift.

What a woman.

What a mother.

Happy Mother’s Day.