Its that time of year where we take a moment to contemplate the first love we ever knew, the love of our mother! I didnt meet my mom until she was 33 years old and my memories of her 30s are vague but sweet. I remember her sitting at the wood stove in the kitchen with the oven door open and her feet resting on the door, as she tried to get warm. I remember her washing my hair. I remember hiding behind her skirt from shyness when my brother, whom I barely knew, came home from Vietnam. I remember her crying that same time! I remember how incredibly hard she worked to feed and care for her family. I remember sitting in the middle of the kitchen table while she washed the kitchen floor, and asking her how Jesus could live in my heart. I remember her telling me how and I remember asking Him right there. I remember her 40s a little better! I remember her working in the school cafeteria. I remember her having a sleepover birthday party for me. I remember her playing the piano and singing hymns. I remember her singing Fill my Cup Lord in church. I remember she sang a note so high that a boy in the front row fell off his seat. I remember that she had the loudest finger snap of anyone, and we knew when we were in trouble at church. I remember moving to Vermont and my mom became the cook at BINE. I remember her making a beautiful blue sear sucker dress so that I could go to a school dance. I remember her defending me to a mother who complained about my babysitting! I remember her 50s very well! She helped me plan my wedding! She became the grandmother to my children! She became a nurses aid and got a job at a nursing home. She babysat my children a lot! She taught Womans bible studies, did visitation and organized yearly Womens seminars. She sang and laughed a lot. She became my best friend! She never sugar coated anything, if I needed to hear it she told me. She made awesome pies! She let me sit in her kitchen and cry when I needed to and told me to stop it when she needed too! I remember her 60s and 70s. She said good by to her mother. She moved onto the mission field with my dad. She continued to teach womans bible studies. She held me when I grieved the loss of my son! She had more energy that I ever had! She had breast cancer! She still cooked and cared for her husband and her children and grandchildren. Her wisdom was invaluable. She traveled a lot. She moved a lot. Her hair got white! She didnt sing as much, but I still loved hearing her. She is now in her 80s. She is still my best friend. THough we cant talk as much. I want to be just like her. She is battling her second bout with breast cancer. She still has lots of energy and still takes care of my dad! She is my hero! She still loves God! She has suffered the loss of her oldest daughter with grace! I love her! She is my mom! Ive known her for 54 years! Happy Mothers day, mom!
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 19:42:53 +0000
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