Missing My Mom

Wishing you were somehow here again...wishing you were somehow near...sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here...

Wishing I could hear your voice again...knowing that I never would...Dreaming of you won't help me to do All that I dream I could...

First, let me start off by posting a warning....I've had a somewhat stressful day.  So, I'm a bit emotional.  Today, we had to sign another note on our flip house, however, that's another blog: 
http://nessa-fabulousflip.blogspot.com/  To top it off, the school called to tell me my son is sick.  I'm on my way to the bank.  I have to sign the papers, so I tell the nurse I will be there shortly (yeah, shortly is 30 minutes away)...As I'm driving, with haste, to pick up my son, I'm listening to some songs I recently dumped onto my IPod.  The song playing was, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, from the Phantom of the Opera.  That song is about a grieving daughter that misses her Dad.  However, everytime I hear this, I think of my Mom.  See, it's days like today, I need my Mom.  I need to tell my Mom that I'm disappointed  that I still haven't finished this house.......I need her to hear me say, "Mom, I'm stressed."  Only to hear her say, "Nessa, you have way too much good to be stressed."  But most of all, I need her to know my kids and especially my husband.....
Funny, both of my boys would be SO much taller than her right now.  However, they would respect her.  She commanded respect while making you smile and laugh.   After spending time with my Mom you leave a better person. 
Tonight, my son is home alone while I take my other son to ball practice.  My husband is at a Board Meeting.  I hear other ladies saying, "My Mom is coming to get my child." or, "My kids are going to stay with my Mom."  Sometimes when I hear that I say to myself, it's just not fair.  My Mom was taken from me TOO early in life.  But as God does, HE gave me wonderful sisters that answer the phone when I call to say, "I am so disappointed that I'm not finished with my house." or, "I'm fat".....They, like my Mother, show me, like a Mother does, the positive things in my life to get me back on track.  The fat part.....I'm on my own.....

Thank you God for three wonderful sisters.  All competely different....But all the best I could ever ask for.  I only hope that on a bad day for them, I can be there with chocolates and a shoulder........