The three most comforting letters in the English language...for the lucky ones and I'm one of the lucky ones...M-O-M. Just look at that photo! That woman...my MOM is 88 years young! We're at a family birthday party....a bowling party. My MOM, when she's not running around taking photos, chatting with everyone, encouraging all of us bowlers from the 4 year olds on up, she's bowling and had three games of well over 100. Although, great scores for a woman 88 years old, MOM was not thrilled because at one time she was a very good bowler. But that frustration did not dampen her enjoyment of the afternoon and the fun she was having with family and friends.
Our family is full of bright spirits but there are a few that have that uncanny ability to make a "Party" when they arrive. MOM does!
When I think about all the memories I have of my MOM they're almost exclusively good, even great. It's almost too overwhelming to recall them and choose a few to write about.
Like I said earlier I am so lucky, blessed, fortunate to have this woman as my MOM.
Thinking about it now if I had to choose one word to exemplify my MOM's mothering style it would be gentle. She was a great example which made it easier for her to trust that her children would do the right thing. There was never any question about what was the right thing to do. You knew it....between both my MOM & DAD, by example, they showed us the way, loved us and then trusted the foundation they constructed. Then...however many night's sleep they lost, no matter the concern and frustration they felt at times, they allowed me and my four siblings to succeed or fail, rise and fall but most important, they let us be who we were and loved and supported us through it all and still do.
My MOM very seldom got in my business. Oh, there have been the rare occasions where she has strongly suggested, called to my attention and even disapproved but....and this is a big BUT....never with judgement and always with respect for me as my own person whom she trusted.
For the most part my parents gave us everything we desired and more...in fact, we didn't have to desire because most everything was a given. All that unconditional love stuff. It took me until I was well into adulthood to realize how extremely fortunate I was to have lived the "Leave it to Beaver/Donna Reed" (look 'em up if you have to) life. My main indication of what family life was in the 50's and 60's was TV and I was essentially living it and thought everyone else was too. Not the case, I have come to know and it makes me feel a little guilty but a lot grateful.
I started to enumerate some anecdotes about my MOM but quickly realized there were too many and they are much better told in person. So many sweet and tender times. But my favorites are the funny moments, the laughter and the fits of giggles we dissolve into over, often her foibles which delight and amuse her more than anyone.
MOM is strong, smart, energetic, loving, caring, funny, beautiful, humble and wonderful company because she's well-read and knows what's going on in the world. She makes whomever she's with feel they are the most important person in the world. I could go on and on but I will close with a bit of her home spun wisdom and my gratitude to her and to the universe that gave me to her and her to me.
"It will all come out in the wash."