Dramatically sulking with a forlorn frown etched on her forehead, my daughter mournfully sighed.

“I miss Mom.”

This lament would have made sense when Mom was in Las Vegas at a Backstreet Boys concert…and it even would’ve been appropriate if Mom was at work.

But my daughter “missed Mom” when Mom went to the bathroom…Mom had been “gone” for roughly 22 seconds and was still in the house about 30 feet away. Heartbreaking stuff, to be separated like that.

But moms are so special, and two of my close friends recently lost their moms to cancer. They really miss Mom…and I know they’d give anything to spend another 22 seconds with her.

So shoot your Mom a text…actually, you should just call her. Better yet, if she lives nearby, go visit her. She loves you…she misses you…and she won’t always be 30 feet away.

Don’t miss out