I wonder what percentage of blogs this week and weekend are centered around Mother’s Day and thanking the people who raised us? I’d bet it’s 40-50% but have no idea if anyone tries to do statistics on topics. At any rate, I love that there’s so much discussion this time of year about what it means to be a mother and how much we’ve appreciated ours.
So let’s talk turkey. Oh, wait a minute. Wrong holiday! 🙂 This is a chance for all of us to pay homage to the women in our lives. Mothers, sisters, daughters…everyone who’s had a hand in helping a child become an adult.
For me, I have a mother I dearly love and respect. She’s 87 years young and I hope we get a lot more time together. My mom is the glue that holds our family together. She taught us the values that make us, to this day, a very close-knit family.
She made sure we were all looking our best for Sunday services. That meant Saturday night baths for all 5 of us siblings, then pin-curling my hair and that of my two sisters. Then, managing to get us all into presentable (and non-muddied) clothes and off to church.
She worked a full-time job, did the grocery shopping and the cooking. And she settled our grumbles about whose night it was to do dishes with a look.
She took me to the doctor for stitches in my knee when I fell off my tricycle, then took me back to the doctor later that same day when a swing caught me in the chin and I needed more stitches.
She consoled us (okay, me) when spiders landed on us just as we were dropping off to sleep. (Yeah, my screams woke the entire house).
She made us all feel safe. She still does, just by her presence.
But the highest compliment I can give my mother is that when we didn’t listen and we made mistakes, she has always, always been there to help us pick up the pieces. No judgment, just love.
My mother is the most amazing person I have ever met. She is my rock. I hope you have or had the same relationship with yours.
Beyond that, though, I have had the extraordinary privilege of watching our four daughters turn into amazing mothers in their own right. What my mother taught me, I tried to pass on to them. Judging by how well all our grandchildren are doing, I think we’ve all succeeded.
I wish you all the happiest of Mother’s Days. I’d love to hear your “Mom” stories.
posted by Laurie Ryan