Last
year I wrote about the “other side of mothers day”. The fact that for many of us this is a day of
struggle, remorse, and grief.
If
you didn’t read it, I suggest that you do. Don’t read it for me. Read
it for your family, friends, and co-workers who need you to read this for them. Click HERE
This
year I want to share something very UPBEAT.
Very POSITIVE.
It
is a collection of my memories from my years with my parents.
It is just simply a list of ‘thank yous’.
This is taken from a booklet that I made them for Valentine's Day 1995
This is taken from a booklet that I made them for Valentine's Day 1995
I've only included here what applies to my Mom.
As
you read these, I hope it will remind you of some things for which you can be
thankful. It's so easy to forget.
As
I wrote,
I laughed!
I laughed!
I
cried!
I
felt like my ‘heart grew 3 sizes that day’ with love for my parents.
Even
though this tends to be a sad day for me, this shows what a blessed life I’ve
had.
What a wonderful mother I have.
How blessed I am that both my parents are still living and still blessing me and still
upholding me in their prayers every day.
Thank
you Mom for :
·
Taking
all those wonderful pictures of me in Berrytown, PA, so that I can
still remember my first home.
·
planting
pansies along the cellar door, making them one of my favorite flower to this
very day.
·
not
minding, when I was a baby, singing and humming myself to sleep – during church!
·
not
holding it against me when I hid my shoes at age 3 and you couldn’t find
them. Ever.
·
going
with Dad where God told you to go. A
Free Methodist orphanage and “old people’s
home”! Exposing me to parentless and struggling
children and the lonely elderly. Helping
to equip me for a career in nursing.
Helping to create in me a spirit of compassion.
·
you
and Aunt Mame teaching me how to shop for “just a few little things”.
·
helping
me realize that ‘things’ are NOT important.
·
helping
me realize that God and people ARE important.
·
showing
me how there is always room for 1 more (or 2 & sometimes more) at the dinner
table at the last minute.
·
always
being concerned for others
·
caring, praying, loving and taking a real interest in
the ‘boys’ from the ‘Homes’ (orphanage).
·
letting
us ‘adopt’ Grandpa and Grandma Wilmart.
·
showing
us how important it is to spend time with those who are alone by taking us to
see them on a regular basis. Mr.
Harodine, Miss Cheney, Miss Schantz, the man up the bank on the
Falconer-Kimball Stand Rd and others.
·
My
brother and sister, Marty and Mel
·
letting
Grandpa Maynard live with us.
·
being
allowed to play checkers, chess, and Clue by the hour with my Grandpa Maynard.
·
not
smacking me when you found out where the grit on the donuts really came
from.
·
for
loving and caring for my Dad
·
being
thankful for and proud of all the handiwork that Dad did around house.
·
loving
me, even though I was and still am far from perfect.
·
crocheting
butterflies for my sweater.
·
crocheted
butterflies and pineapples all over my house.
·
finding
the funds to let me take piano lessons
·
letting
us always have a dog and cat
·
praying
for me. Always.
·
living
by the Bible
·
making
me memorize scripture verses
·
teaching
and showing us to treat everyone with respect; not to stare; and to never make
fun of anyone.
·
teaching
me that life and people are often not fair - but that didn’t give me a reason to
be.
·
not
discussing or ridiculing other people
·
always
being there
·
not
aborting me
·
not
abandoning me
·
never
calling me names, never telling me I was stupid. Never saying ‘shut up” or “Why don’t you just
go jump in a lake”
·
not
believing me when I was angry at you and said “I don’t like you anymore” or “I
wish I’d never been born”.
·
my
inability to really comprehend what a dysfunctional family would be like.
·
calmly
answering or trying to answer all the ‘whys’, ‘how comes’, ‘what fors’ and ‘WHY NOT!’
·
putting
your arm around me on the back porch and telling me you were sorry that you had
hurt my feelings. Thus teaching me not
to be afraid to say “I’m sorry”.
·
acknowledging
that even adults are wrong sometimes.
·
proving
it by your disastrous decision to boil the maple sap into syrup right there in
our very own kitchen!! Thus causing the
wallpaper to sag uncontrollably, and the paint to bubble & peel.
·
proving
that Christians do not have to be sad, somber, sullen, and glum.
·
popcorn
and fudge on Sunday evenings after church
·
drilling
us on our ‘parts’ for the Christmas program – when we sitteth down, when we
riseth up, and when we walketh along the way – until we had it perfect.
·
climbing
millions of stairs during my ‘elevator phobia’ stage.
·
being
patient and non-condemning during my ‘irritable sarcastic’ stage.
·
putting
up with me when I would kick you under the table, when I thought you were
eating something you should NOT during my ‘know-it-all’ stage.
·
fixing
refrigerator cookie dough for my birthdays.
·
eating
my green applesauce, green mashed potatoes, and green cottage cheese on St
Patrick’s Day. Once! When you left for awhile and I was in charge
of lunch.
·
letting
me believe that mothers have eyes in the back of their heads and can see around
corners. It was very useful 20 years
later.
·
having
ears that could hear a bird three miles away, yet able to ignore your children’s
squabbles so we could work it out ourselves.
·
getting
silly instead of grouchy when you are very tired.
·
walks
in the woods, watching the birds, collecting the wildflowers, wading in the
creek and watching meteor shows.
·
letting
me climb trees and run through the fields.
·
having
faith that I would grow up to be a lady even though I much preferred fields,
creeks, trees, woods, rocks, butterflies, birds, and stars.
·
your
gift of reading to us with all the appropriate and sometimes hilarious facial
expressions, sound effects, and hand
motions.
·
giving
me a love for books, reading, and learning.
Always.
·
allowing
us to leave our “fly beds” on the window sills
·
allowing
us to have pollywogs on the window sills so we could watch their legs
grow.
·
Letting
us bring worms into the house for the pollywogs after we had seen them eating
worms in the stream behind the barn.
·
agreeing
that snow really does look like “spider legs’ when you are riding in the car
after dark and the snow is coming straight at the car lights.
·
apricot
jam sandwiches in my lunch bag.
·
honey-drop
cookies with apricot jam filling.
·
trying
to teach me to be very careful about the words I said, and reminding me that if
not, I might have to go and ask forgiveness.
·
lovingly
calling me your ‘little pepper pot’, when I was upset and spouting off.
·
not
being angry when I called you from Kansas and told you that we had just gotten
married – without you. I realize now
that it must have hurt, but you have never said a word about it to this
day. And you have loved this farmer I
married with all your heart.
·
being
understanding and patient when I would call home from Kansas and could only
cry, because I was so homesick.
·
coming
to see us often.
·
not
washing your full-length mirror for weeks – maybe even months – because Terry
or Tammy had left their hand prints there.
·
cooking
that approximately 2000# turkey that one Thanksgiving even though you don’t
like turkey, but because your grandchildren had given him to you.
·
spending
all that quality time together in the middle of the night when that above said turkey
pan started leaking. Throwing salt into
the oven and then over your shoulder.
When I asked why you did that, you said (in your tired silly voice), “I
don’t know. I heard it helps! It can’t hurt!”.
·
the
life-changing experience of riding with you when we took off from a
green-light, just to have our front seat sail backwards, jerking your foot off
the accelerator, causing the car to dramatically slow down, causing our heads
to careen backward then forward then backward, causing you to start laughing
uncontrollably.
·
being
a fun grandma
·
interceding
and praying for your family, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and
those to come. Continually
·
letting me quietly know one Thanksgiving (with
tears in your eyes), when the grandkids
were all trying to recreate a childhood photo of all of them on the staircase,
that the picture could NEVER be recreated because Terry was no longer here and
it was NOT fair. I so needed for someone
to say it to me THAT day. Sometimes it
felt that people had forgotten that he had ever existed.
·
spending
hours and months researching and creating my “Terry” book. Extracting everything and anything about
Terry from every letter that I had send, that you had sent, from every source
possible. There were so many things that
I had forgotten and so much that Tammy had not known. A priceless gift. The best gift I have ever received.
My 89 (almost 90) year old Mom. Sitting at her organ. |
·
a
happy childhood
·
being
my cheering section
·
being
my biggest fan
·
being
MY mom!
I
love you forever and forever.
To
the moon and back.
Happy
Mother’s Day to the best Mom in the entire world.