On this day more than all others, it’s appropriate to reflect on that one person with whom you enjoyed the longest human relation of all; of she who loved you before you were born; of she who walked through the valley of the shadow of death to give you life. |
It turns out I’ve been thrice blessed. Mom clothed me, made sure I had plenty to eat, and nursed me back to health when I was ill. My wife, Kay, gave me two wonderful children, puts up with my immature and juvenile shenanigans, and gives me patient love. Kay’s mother entrusted me with her daughter, and was what all grandmothers should be. Peggy and Geof grew up to be well-adjusted, optimistic, and loving people largely because of her.
It is fitting and fortunate that our mothers’ legacy lives on through our daughter who has the same caring, loving, and nurturing attributes of her mother and grandmothers. Like those noble ladies before her, she puts the good of her family before her own desires in daily acts of sacrificial love.
Our mothers having fulfilled their earthly missions left us, in body only, some time ago, and we miss them dearly…
She’s yours now and since I can’t have her back
I want to tell you certain things to do:
She likes the radio on when she bakes.
(Silence doesn’t make cookies taste as good).
Put pictures of her kids on the nearest shelf.
And keep a well-used apron ever near.
And when you hear her singing to herself
Call all the angels in so they can hear.
Be good to her and give her all the things
That I can never give her anymore…
A red rose, a card with X’s and O’s
A fond memory of us; and one thing more…
Dear Father when the angels go to bed,
Lean down for me—and kiss her noble head.
I grew up knowing I was loved and cared for without a worry in the world—the undeserved and unconditional gifts only a mother can give. Sadly that was not the case for Mom. She was the youngest girl of eleven children growing up in the midst of the Great Depression. Her father died when she was very young, leaving the family destitute. She often went to bed without dinner. Dad said her nickname was Bones. A sister’s boyfriend blew his brains out on their front lawn. In high school she had one dress to wear that she washed and ironed every night.
In spite of it, she was gregarious and popular, graduated at the top of her class, was offered a chance to skip a year, and presented an academic scholarship to a major university, which being a woman, was extremely rare in those days.
Instead of attending college she opted to marry, which was very fortunate for me. Did you ever think about the improbable chain of events that had to occur to give you life? Each of us that made it to Earth has won the biggest lottery of all.
So on this day my wish is for all to receive the tender care that shaped my life and outlook. To all mothers everywhere…
By Gene Myers an undeserving son.
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