My mom watches over me.
She says things like “Debra, get up and do something.” ”
You need to stop working so hard, Go have some fun.”
“Take care of those little kids of ours. Play with them.”
Yes, I miss her. This is my first Mother’s Day without her. Yet all I have to do is look around me and know she is here. Pushing me to be my best. Telling me to go have some fun. Congratulating me when I’m happy. We celebrate happiness in our family. Being happy is a goal worth celebrating, don’t you think?