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Nobody Loves You Like Your Mom

January 28, 2018

For years, my Mom and Dad had a large picture of me hanging in the hallway. It was my high school graduation portrait, courtesy of the local photography studio. My Mom was a preschool teacher and arranged for the studio to come to her school every year to take portraits of her students.  When it finally came time for me to have my senior pictures done, they gave her an oversized, beautifully framed print, perhaps as a way of thanking her for bringing them so much business.

I never thought much of it.

Except, a few days ago, as we started the process of clearing out my Mom’s house, I realized something.

There is nobody left on the planet who would treasure that big picture of me from high school.

No one.  

Not my kids. Not my other relatives. Heck, I didn’t even want it. I never liked the picture that much to begin with. I had an unfortunate 80s hair cut, long in the back but mullet-like on top, one that took years to grow out.

Still, it made me sad.  It’s sobering to realize that all the people who knew you first are gone, that nobody is left who will ever cherish you in that way again.  If we are lucky, our parents and grandparents, our elders, gift us with a love that is deep and profound and impossible to duplicate. When they are gone, that love and all their stories and memories go with them.  I should have realized it was coming, but I never thought of it. The fact that there are no longer any old people in the world who love me? It’s sobering. This loss has left me feeling alone in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Here is another truth, though.

Love never dies.  I was blessed to be loved by two remarkable parents, and their love has stayed with me. I still feel it today.

But the question remains: what to do with that huge portrait?

I told my husband just to throw it in the dumpster. We had a big one that we’d rented. It was already full of expired food, old mattresses,and broken down chairs that my Mom didn’t mind sitting in but that no one else wanted.

I was crying as I said this, though.

Wise man that he is, he figured out another option. He removed the ornate frame, and slid the print into an old photo album which we brought home and put in the bookcase.  It takes  up a lot less room that way.  And knowing that it’s there makes me happy. Not because I love the photo, but because it reminds me of my parents, and a time that is past, and of their love which remains.

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8 Comments

  • Reply Kate Findley February 2, 2018 at 10:22 pm

    Agreed! I was just thinking the other day about how I wish I hadn’t been such a bratty teenager and had shown my parents more respect and appreciation. Regardless, I am very close to my parents now. Even though I’m an adult, they still make sure to reach out to me constantly and make sure my needs are met. In fact, it’s a testament to the message in your article that my mother loves me so much in spite of my difficult teenage years (not to mention the terrible 2’s and 3’s) !

    • Reply Robin February 9, 2018 at 12:02 pm

      Kate, thank you so much for your kind comment. So nice of you to take the time to write. Glad that you are close to your folks now and that everyone survived the teen years. I know that must mean a lot to all of you. Blessings to you. Will be looking for your writing, too.

  • Reply Sally Longdon January 30, 2018 at 10:33 am

    Yay for good and wise husbands!

    • Reply Robin February 2, 2018 at 12:40 pm

      Yes! Thank you Sally! Hope to see you Tuesday, too.

  • Reply Pam January 29, 2018 at 7:47 am

    Robin~
    You so beautifully express your grieving in such a beautiful, powerful, “rich” way, that I just feel that I am walking along side you on your stony, painful road.
    Remembering that the Mom who was with you from birth to most recently, is the same Mom
    who is also on that stony path with you right now , Robin.
    Enfolding you in my thoughts, prayers and light, I send my love to you……
    Pam

    • Reply Robin February 2, 2018 at 12:40 pm

      Love to you, too. Thank you for being such a faithful friend and reader. Hoping to see you next Tuesday.

  • Reply Jill January 28, 2018 at 6:50 pm

    I remember this photo! Appreciated your reflections on your experience … going through things, sentimental or not, can be exhausting. Glad you saved it.

    • Reply Robin February 2, 2018 at 12:39 pm

      Thanks for this. The sorting process is exhausting. We need to physically touch every item in the house. Every one. And make a decision about it. Decision fatigue! I’m glad we saved it, too.

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