On this Mother's Day, I would like to share some healing with you.
I've stored my mother's belongings in countless dusty boxes for over a decade and every time I see her boxes, I feel sad.
I see her candy molds, cookies press, cake decorating and cooking tools galore and I miss her and the sound of a bustling kitchen. Her old sewing machine sits in the basement. I can't make it all the way through a hem without tears filling my eyes. She and I had so many moments at that sewing machine.
I can't seem to get rid of the half read books she was in the middle of when she died.
She's been gone over 20 years and finally, I have decided to begin releasing this grief.
With encouragement from some friends, we sorted and sold many of mom's things.
It was such a pleasure to meet people who wanted my mother's bakeware and unfinished sewing projects and the like.
Today I smile as I imagine a mother and daughter using mom's bakeware this Mother's Day.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, smile and release all of her possessions back into the world like butterflies.