In recent years, I’ve wondered: Is life about the big picture or is life in the details?
The big picture is good. It keeps us from wasting time on things that don’t matter. It enables us to step back and analyze problems, trends, and accomplishments. The big picture lets us rise above pettiness.
But details are good too. Your fingers trace the geometric design on a throw pillow. Your eyes catch the wink of a favorite cousin. You hear the clack of the roller coaster the second your feet hit the boardwalk. Details help us mark our days with appreciation and whimsy.
My mother died on Friday after a short bout with cancer. I prayed she would go once the pain became intense.
And so the job, or perhaps I should say the honor, of mourning her begins.
Do I grieve the big things? The loss of a mother. The ending of an era. The last parent.
Or do I grieve the small things, the details? I unpack Easter rabbits she painted and recall how Mom loved holidays. My grandson flies his first kite, and I can’t phone her with the news. I take out a recipe card, and there’s my mother’s handwriting.
Mom was a collector. In the photo above, you see some of her miniatures: books, animal figurines, tiny houses, a doll, and doll house furniture.
And she was an artist. Here are those Easter rabbits.
For collectors and artists, it’s all about the details. And although this grief is new, I’m thinking that’s how it will go for me. Photo by photo, memento by memento, flashback by flashback, I’ll miss my mother. I’ll miss her in the details.
But I’m not complaining! For as the big picture tells me, who would want it any other way?
What about you? Have you lost your mom? Any words of wisdom for those of us fresh to the loss?
Photo Below: My mom, Nancy Kiehne, on her 90th birthday in December