Moms and daughters

These encounters are always coming up in my life and it reminds me of how my mom was for my sister and I.

A good friend told me that her mom had died last fall and she was missing her a lot. I reassured her that was usual.

A friend who is older and whose mom died many years ago tells me that she feels close to her when she wears the sweater that her mom knitted.

I was watching a nice movie about a girl given up for adoption and then finding her birth mother.

Your mom must be proud of you - these words were in the movie.

I know my mom was proud of my sister and I and the lives that we live. I feel sad that my dad missed out on knowing us as we grew up and had lives of our own. I was just starting working when he died and my sister was still at university.