Authors Share Their Letters to Mom
Today is Mother’s Day, the perfect day to celebrate our everyday heroines: moms and other important women in our lives! In honor of Mother’s Day, Harlequin authors share their special messages of love with their mothers. What message would you like to share with your mother or someone special today?
Tara Taylor Quinn, author of His First Choice (Harlequin Superromance)
When I remember being little, and having you there, every minute of every day, always ready to take on any crisis I would bring you, it’s almost impossible to believe that you were barely into your twenties. You were an all-knowing-angel-woman to me then. There was nothing you didn’t know. Nothing you couldn’t do. Nothing you couldn’t fix. And now, these decades later, you are still that woman in so many ways. While most times you hear about kids growing up and parents falling off their pedestals, you have never taken that fall.
I see that you can’t fix everything. I see, as we age, that there are some things you can’t do. And yet, you still have the ability to make me feel as though everything will always be okay. Through each stage of our lives, I watch you. And I learn how to do ‘it’. From being a mother, to letting go…from being independent, to allowing yourself to need…from loss and hurting, to always being open to love…you show me the way.
In some sense, I know you aren’t perfect. And yet, in my heart, in my eyes, you always will be. I worry sometimes that you feel left behind – that you might some days think that you aren’t as vital as you once were. You are as important to me today, as necessary, as you were when I was little and helpless. At my best, I am you. And I love you.
Sheila Roberts, author of Home on Apple Blossom Road (MIRA)
Was there a better mother out there than you? If there was I sure never saw her. You were the best! You took your job seriously and yet made life fun. Tea parties, slumber parties, Halloween parties and oh, the birthday parties – you threw yourself into planning all those events that a child and young girl live for, stacking memory on top of memory. I still remember when you convinced Dad to dress up as a gypsy fortune teller for one of my high school parties, how we fed him bits of information about my friends so he could dazzle and amaze them. Of course, he did. But then, so did you! I remember many a slumber party when half my friends would drift up from the party room to visit with you. And why not? You were so easy to talk to.
I loved our walks on the beach where we looked for agates and shared our hearts. You were always such a big part of my life – there to support me during the dark times, there to share my triumphs during the good ones. Only a phone call away when I was troubled. Best friend, counselor, conspirator, inspiration, role model, that was you. If I can only be half the mom you were I’ll feel like I’m doing good.
I miss you and wish you were still here. But I’m thankful for the wonderful life we had together. I love you, Mom.
Cheris Hodges, author of Blissful Summer (Kimani Romance)
Thank you for always believing that my dreams were not too big. You have always been my biggest cheerleader. You taught me how to love and how to be loved. When I think about that dot matrix printer that would wake you up at night when I printed my stories and you never said a word, I know how much you love me too!
Liz Flaherty, author of Every Time We Say Goodbye (Harlequin Heartwarming)
My mother died after a long illness when I was 32. Much of my grieving had been done before her death so that even though I missed her, I was relieved that she was out of pain. Most of the time. Sometimes, I just felt sorry for myself.
“I’m no one’s daughter,” I told my mother-in-law. “There is no one who will love me no matter what.” I looked out her kitchen window at where my kids played in the yard. I knew the truth of what I said—there was no love on earth like that of a mother. I might be happily married and a fledgling romance author, but the only emotion I trusted fully was the limitless love for my children.
I could tell my mother-in-law how I felt. Her own mother had died when she as only three. She nodded now, agreeing with what I’d said, but then she smiled.
“You still have me.”
And I did. Until she died this winter, I knew a mother loved me every day of my life. I miss her, the grief is still sharp, and I keep thinking once again that I’m no one’s daughter and there is no one to love me no matter what.
But they still do, the two of them, and they don’t have to be here for me to know that. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom and Mom. I love you both.
Susan Carlisle, author of Married for the Boss’s Baby (Harlequin Medical Romance)
I can make a long list of what my mother has taught and done for me. A number of the lessons she showed by example rather than speech.
One of these was loving your neighbor. We’d had a horrible spring snow. There was no electricity, which also meant no water from the well. The roads were impassible even for vehicles that were supposed to be able to handle snowy conditions. Living in a rural area where many of the homes are far apart, my sixty year old mother rode her 4-wheeler up and down slick roads to make sure everyone was okay and asking if she could help in anyway. Many of these people she didn’t know.
My mother also showed me through actions that when someone was the most unlovable that’s when they need love the most. A person she knew did something horribly wrong and everyone turned against him. It was my mother who reached out. She didn’t agreed with the wrong doing but she still showed compassion.
These are two lessons can’t be learned from lecture. I am privileged to have these modeled for me daily. Many people claim to have good mothers. Which is true. But, I am confident I have the very best!
Janie Crouch, author of Armored Attraction (Harlequin Intrigue)
It’s frustrating for me to be an author and work with words every day yet still not be able to adequately put into a perfect phrase how much you mean to me. Not only to me, but to so many others – those who call you Mom, because you’re a mom of their heart, a presence of wisdom in their lives, a source of love.
But I’m the lucky one because you’re all those things to me, plus the same mommy who kissed my boo-boos and changed my diapers. Who prayed for me, and waited up for me as I was coming home from dates. Who helped with homework and gathered the family for dinner every night.
And who listened. Didn’t always understand what I was saying, but always tried to listen. Even during my difficult years from around thirteen to…well, present day.
A lot of people are tough. They face the world unflinchingly and fight it out when needed. I’m that way. But being tough is easy.
Compared to being strong.
A strong person stands firm in her beliefs and faith while loving those around her. A strong person doesn’t need to draw attention to herself or demand thanks. A strong person thinks of others first, shines light into darkness and speaks hope into situations where hope seems lost.
You are the strongest person I know. You are my hero. My heroine. You are my mother.
And I am blessed.
I love you,