Mother's Day Reflections

As my 1st Mother's Day approaches, I cannot help but reflect on my own mother, Cindy Marie Golden Martin. Born in Kansas in 1947, she passed away to be with the Lord at the young age of 57 in 2005. She was a dedicated mother and an incredible and rewarded nurse for over 35 years. Losing my mother at 32, I knew I would have a long life without her. I would have to rely on my memories of her to get through my wedding and raising babies.

When I hold my son, Will, and soon, Caroline, I recall the songs my mother sang, and the silly nicknames she called us as children. On occasion, I refer to her as Grandma Cindy, especially when my great-grandmother's clock chimes or Will sees her picture in a frame. As they grow up, I will fill their hearts with stories of their precious grandmother, so that, although they never knew her, they will in some way, know her. If she were here, she would spoil them beyond measure. I have a feeling that their Grandmother Renee, Aunts, Cousins, my sweet Step-Mother Cheryl, and close friends will take care of the spoiling.

Our daughter is expected this Wednesday, May 14th. She will be given the name, Caroline Golden. We chose Caroline, because she is a southern girl! Her middle name is in honor of her grandmother Cindy, great-grandmother, Beulah and great, great-grandmother, Wilma. It's a lovely, precious way to honor the women who came before her.

So, as my 1st Mother's Day approaches...and I find myself with an incredible son and expecting our new, beautiful daughter in just a few days, I honor my own mother, her strength, and her memory.

A picture taken in June 2005, five months before her passing.

Kicking up her heals at a country music concert. Love that pink, foam cowboy hat!

Pictures of my first moments as a mother with Will. He was so tiny and vulnerable then. Quite different from today.
I know my mom has been there throughout and will be there on Wednesday when we welcome little Caroline.