My Mother’s Prayers Still Carry Me

I still cry when I hear that beautiful song Mamma by Claudio Villa.

Growing up on a small island in Central Italy, I remember my mother’s daily prayers and all her sacrifices. Those examples  have always followed me. They are still my daily support and strength.

I cried today in church as well, while singing the Ave Maria. My lovely mother Margherita passed in the early 90s and although she is not with me physically, she is here in my heart, supporting  and guiding me from above. She has been my spiritual guide since my first girl was born and I named her Margherita too.

I always loved my mother’s name, which in Italian is the name of a flower known as “Daisy” in English.

It was during that very difficult pregnancy that my mom came to me for the first time. She spoke to me and I knew her when she walked into my room. I smelled her perfume. She loved the Vele Al Vento fragrance and I that way I knew she was there for me.

Being almost 40 years of age, going into a first pregnancy was scary. I had many medical problems. It was a difficult time and I needed her so much, and she was there for me and always reassured me I was having a beautiful baby girl.

Yes, I did not need the ultrasound to confirm this, she had already told me! When I held my bundle of joy, my first words were: “Grazie Mamma per la mia piccola Margherita,” meaning “Thank you Mom for this lovely flower.”

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