Weekly Connections with Brian Lafontaine July 27, 2025
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I know in my heart that Mother’s Day is meant to be a celebration; however, for those of us who no longer have a living mother . . .this day can be bittersweet.
As the constant television ads and Internet marketing campaigns bombard shoppers, we are often engulfed by countless waves of nostalgic memories. The day can be painful when it should be beautiful.
Every mother needs to know – with each birth – her legacy lives on and remains cemented in the minds and hearts of her family.
My mom was an at-home mother during an era when that choice was the norm. She dedicated her life to her husband, her home and her children.
At a young age – even before I became a mother myself – I aspired to be as good of a person – as good of a mother — as she was. Often, I feel as if I have fallen short of my goal. On those days – I whisper and pray for signs from her – guidance to keep me on the right path.
Thankfully, my mother is still inside of my head . . . helping me . . . guiding me . . . encouraging me.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ― Robert Brault
When I became a mother myself, it was my mother who helped me find my way. In addition, she poured her love onto my children and became an amazing role model for them as well.
I wish my mother could have known my grandchildren — her great-grandchildren – they would have loved her as much as she would have loved and adored them.
For those of you who will celebrate Mother’s Day with your family in tact – some lovingly – some begrudgingly – please remember to enjoy your day.
Take the time to listen to your mom, embrace the moment and share part of yourself with her. Do not take the occasion for granted – there will eventually come a day when you will wish you had more time to share with her.
“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” – Rudyard Kipling The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom
I lost my mother over thirty years ago. Although I feel as if I am healing with the passing of time, there are occasions when the pain is still very raw. I miss my mom every day – and especially on those days when I want to share pleasant experiences, family gatherings and personal successes. I miss her even more during those days when life is not so easy . . . and I’d like to talk to her about it.
My mother and I were very close. I have a lot of friends – many of whom are very good friends – however, my mother was – and will always be – my best friend. She knew me – she understood me – she loved me unconditionally.
I may have disappointed her at times, but she never used her love as a weapon to promote guilt; instead, she enveloped me with her positive attitude, her steadfast determination and gentle benevolence. She was a good listener, a great counselor, a fabulous role model and an amazing woman.
Even though more than three decades have passed since I lost my mother, I can still hear her wisdom and feel her love. When I stop long enough to reflect upon my choices and decisions – I can feel her on my shoulder and hear her advice. And . . . I say, “Thank you, Mom, for building a solid foundation for me when I was a child, for always supporting me, for loving my children as you loved me and for always being the role model I aspire to be.”
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom – I love you!
Article and Pictures by Tesa Jones
Tesa Jones is a graduate of Elon College, now Elon University, a mother of two, a grandmother of five, and she currently resides in Mooresville with her husband. She is a published author, an avid blogger, and a passionate photographer. Learn more about Tesa Jones at www.booksbytesajones.com/book and contact her via:
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