tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29730790347794090112011-05-23T11:23:45.330-07:00Barbaranoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-24969213403297109672008-11-23T19:19:00.001-08:002008-11-23T19:21:05.168-08:00I know the sense of calm that came over me on the way to Beijing was my mother letting me know there's nothing to worry about. I know she's with me every minute of this journey to Ava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-2496921340329710967?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-9525552773775527192008-09-29T20:13:00.000-07:002008-09-29T20:20:33.394-07:00I found out today that after a three and a half year wait, I have a new daughter, born in the Hunan province of China. I wish my mother were here to share my joy. No one loved holding a baby like my mother. When my daughter, Leah, was born nearly twelve years ago, I had to beg my mother to let other people hold her; she was so in love with her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-952555277377552719?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-76075381542154729892008-09-24T18:51:00.000-07:002008-09-25T05:49:41.298-07:00I feel as though I'm living in a world without my George Bailey - my mother. The world was such a better place with her in it; nothing is the same without her. Each new day is a constant reminder that my life will never be the same. The scariest part of my mother's death is that it has given me a vivid awareness of my own mortality.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-7607538154215472989?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-60964275850267405442008-08-27T13:55:00.000-07:002008-08-27T13:59:06.526-07:00I've just come to realize that one of the most difficult aspects of losing my mother is the identity that I've known for the longest time, that of being a daughter, has been ripped away from me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-6096427585026740544?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-77230141387777815622008-06-25T07:57:00.001-07:002008-09-29T20:31:55.078-07:00Today, I heard my mother's voice; unfortunately, it was only on her answering machine. Oh, how I miss the sound of her voice, especially when she said, "Hi, Babs." That's what she liked to call me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-7723014138777781562?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973079034779409011.post-69334116073201222562008-06-23T11:21:00.000-07:002008-06-23T11:23:30.046-07:00One month ago today, I lost my beautiful mother. She died as I laid beside her, holding her until her last breath. I miss her so much and can't fathom my life without her.<span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973079034779409011-6933411607320122256?l=mybeautifulmotherrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Barbaranoreply@blogger.com1