Sunday, May 10, 2009

In Honor of the Day

Being Mother's Day, I thought I'd dedicate a post to my mother. Though I'm sure if I put my mind to it, I could think of some ROTFLOL kind of story to tell, right now nothing terribly funny is striking me. So, you'll have to pardon me this time while I just wax sentimental.

When I think of my mother, I think of creativity. My mother seemed to be endlessly at that sewing machine (and playing Obe One Kenobi at the same time). Many a time, in my childhood, I thought (as I'm sure all children have from time to time) about running away. When such fits struck me, I would plan to run away and go live with Aunt Marsha. However, the thing that always held me home was the thought that if I lived with Aunt Marsha, I would not have such pretty dressed to wear. Silly reason to stay, but there you are. Mom was always sewing me pretty dresses that were the envy of all my friends, she also made us several costumes for make believing, and I had many many a home made and treasured doll.

Mom was the one who made the best Christmas ever happen for us with pretty much no money involved. John already told all about it, but in case you missed it, here's a link.
Mom also made up treasure hunts for us. They were the inspiration for a few of our own, as parents ourselves.

I had a friend who used to tell me that she wished she had a "50's mom" like mine, who did crazy things like make breakfast everyday. Back then, I didn't see what all the fuss was about. I thought it was a treat to have cereal for breakfast for a change. - HAH! When Trent was younger he'd complain if he spent the night at my house and I made pancakes for breakfast. Mom made pancakes from scratch all the time!

Though our house was always neat and tidy, Mom never seemed to mind if we kids did such things as melt down crayons in her pots on the stove, or build forts in the living room. Mom always encouraged creativity. She didn't have TV as a crutch to make the kids go away and leave her alone - and that was her choice. BRAVE WOMAN, we commend thee! I remember many, many a day when Mom would spend hours reading to us things like The Chronicles of Narnia, or Little Women and Little Men.

Mom could also nearly always be counted on to be a room mother at our class parties, or to go on our field trips with us. I always loved having Mom come to school. I guess you could say that her most treasured contribution to us was that she was always there. Though at first that statement might not sound too complimentary, think of it this way: She gave her life literally by living it for us. We were not wealthy; my mother stayed at home and took care of us. Instead of going off to some job where she would only provide us with some meaningless stuff, she gave to us her time, her talents, all of herself. She was ALWAYS there when we needed her. Always. I can't thank you enough Mother. I love you bunches!