Little Girl Lost

Column Post by Lisa Easterling

My mother was my compass. She weathered a hard childhood followed by a hard life and yet she never stopped pushing on. Because of her, I have never known the meaning of quit.

Every Mother’s Day my focus was on telling—and more importantly, showing—my mother how much she meant to me. Every Mother’s Day until 2005 when she took her last breath and my compass froze still.

In a number of ways I can’t explain, I’ve been lost ever since.

I’ve spent the past seven Mother’s Days in something of a daze, putting on a smile and doing whatever it took to keep a cheerful face, taking periodic breaks from gatherings to pull myself back together when thoughts of her would sweep in and her memory would overtake my ability to maintain social stability. I swallowed hard—a lot—and took many deep breaths in my attempts to keep the tears tucked safely away.

Because Mother’s Day isn’t about my mother any more.

It can’t be. As much as my heart aches and my gut twists in the empty where she should be, I have no choice but to live in the here and now where my own babies and grandbabies live and need me, not just present but all here.

I’ve come to crave the sharing of family memories. Not that they haven’t always been dear to me. It’s just that since Mama left us I realize how valuable memories are—and how much more I feel the importance of sharing our stories.

I virtually beg my children for their memories as one desert-parched and thirsting. I feel almost a desperate longing to hear what they remember, what they carry inside, what they will carry forward with them. I remember so much about my mother. What will they remember of me? I want to know long before I breathe my last.

My family gathered for Mother’s Day this year and the kids, now all grown up, made dinner for me so I could relax and enjoy the day. When asked what I wanted as a gift, I asked for memories. After dinner we chatted for maybe an hour about their favorite childhood moments, things that had frightened them, funny things they had done. We laughed a lot, and even grew misty a few times as tender moments were recalled.

They gathered here, my family, and kindly quenched the thirst of a little girl grown up to be a mama feeling lost without her own. They couldn’t have made me happier, and the day couldn’t have been more healing. The empty remains—but not as vast, not as dark, not as hopeless as before.

My family is a gift from God and the light I see by on this grief journey. Somewhere deep down I’m still a kid without a compass, but it helps no small amount to know I am not alone.

No one should ever have to walk this road alone.

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Lisa Easterling is a lifelong resident of the Tampa Bay area alongside her husband Steve, five children, and two grandchildren. A pioneer for home education in Florida, she has served in various areas of Christian ministry for the past 32 years. Lisa is a lifelong writer, editor, creative writing coach, and Site Director for Write Where It Hurts. Her favorite place to write is near the ocean, and she particularly loves helping others to fall in love with words. Lisa blogs at and can be reached by emailing

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2 thoughts on “Little Girl Lost

  1. For me it’s been 13 years, my oldest was only 8, but I lost both my mom AND my dad that day, a car accident, no warning, no goodbyes. I still ache for mothers day to be about my mom, I don’t know if that will ever go away.

    I’ve struggled through today, mostly alone. Husband had to work, one (very quiet, teenage son at homewho hates even the HINT of sentiment, so no happy mothers day from him, well not until he was quilted into saying it by his dad, lol) 2 married kids no longer here at home. I couldn’t quite figure a way out of the pity party I was throwing for myself today, and wished I could just skip all the feelings it brought on today.

    BUT, I’ve determined next year will be different. I don’t know how yet, but I will not spend another mothers day wishing for what can’t be, and waiting for someone else to make it a happy day. Maybe I’ll adopt a mother/grandmother who is alone or something and focus my emotions on something like that, I’ll be looking for ideas that’s for sure.

  2. I love you, Mom – you’re one of the most talented writers to ever grace the planet! 🙂

    You strike at the soul of every reader that is so extremely fortunate enough to wander into your world of thought – making them think and feel with the kind of intensity that can’t be explained – and that’s not something to be taken lightly.

    So proud to be your son.

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