Mot in French means word. Oh my word! It’s MotHers Day! I’m thankful for my mother’s words. And I’m also thankful for the words she hasn’t said. Even when she might have wanted to say something.
She has been a big supporter of my efforts to gain and keep control over sugar. She has cheered me on when things have gone well. And she’s kept quiet when I was struggling. Because she knew words were not what I needed right then. I needed her solid steady influence along with her unwavering unconditional love. Sometimes love just isn’t about the words.
There are other times when there were no words. I remember just a look that could say more than a book. And the message came through loud and clear from my mother dear. Even if I didn’t appreciate it at the time, I appreciate it now.
I know she speaks to others about my book. She promotes my words to her friends and to her meeting members at Weight Watchers. She took my words on a cruise and placed them in the lending library. She never saw that copy again. Her wish was to encourage someone, I think. But maybe the pastry chef confiscated it.
If, by chance, the person who picked up the copy of The I’m Possible Journey: Learning to Live with Sugar Addiction on a recent cruise to the Panama Canal is now reading this blog entry, please leave a comment. We’d love to know what you think about it! And if you just got the book by some other means and you’re reading this now, you’re welcome to leave some words here, too. (Mot-yours?)
Whatever the case may be, I wish you and your mother (alive or a memory) a wonderful day.