This is a story of a woman missing the guidance, friendship and closeness of her mother. The mother lived a full life that was cut short by her bout with illness and it is not until years later that the daughter realizes that the best things that were about to happen to her are yet to come and her mother is no longer available to share these events with her and the pain of the loss is still evident. She tells tales of their relationship and how impactful it has been to shape her viewpoints and thought process. The story shows the daughters strength and resolve in a situation that she has no control over.
J Elliott-Howard is a native of New York, New York. She holds a bachelor's degree in Business Administration. She has had a successful career in corporate America. A divorced mother of two adult children and a grandmother of three. Enjoys photography and water color painting. She had been known to always see her glass as half-full instead of empty. She had a very interesting way of relating to people and her peers always seem to gravitate to her idealism. She has always been told that she ought to be an author based on her delivery methods of good, bad or indifferent news. She always manages to keep herself and those around centered in thought and action. In addition to writing she runs a blog called Janice's Take On It at www.janiceelliotthoward.com. Her newest project is a podcast called "Thoughts in the Car" that can be found at soundcloud.com/jyhoward or in the iTunes store.
As much as I would like to have changed the course of history, the point where I had a chance to turn a corner escapes me. It is very difficult to deal with an adult in a health crisis. They get to weigh in on the plans for themselves. With a child, you chart the course, you have total command and everything falls on you. With an adult, you have to abide by their wishes first and your gut second. You have to wait until it is clear as a bell that their decision-making process is flawed before you can override. There is no sense beating myself up about it. The ends do not justify the means and the means arrive at the devastating end.
How I Wish I Had My Mother - A Daughter's Story
I play it back in my mind, the ending never seems to change. The results will always be the same, I love her, I miss her and oh how I wish that I had my mother.