My mother. Still the most complex person I have known. She set out on a course to raise a baby girl in her 40th year of life (dad was 44). In that time, though not unprecedented, it was highly unusual. I was that baby girl! I had an amazing childhood, they loved me, took me places and provided so well! Dad was busy growing his business, she was busy with her many projects….chairing a board that built a nursing home which she voluntarily ran for many years, playing the piano in our church, teaching Sunday School, directing VBS, and women’s ministries, traveling with my dad, reading, shopping, entertaining, and raising me. When I was four, my only sister was married, and before I turned five I was already an aunt. So, she added “Nana” to her list of occupations.
I have thought a lot about my mom this year, I have wished many times that we could sit down with a cup of coffee and talk. I am up before anyone else this morning. I have started the dishwasher, my half full cup of coffee is at my side, and my computer in my lap. Mom used to get up before anyone else (even couple of hours before I got up this morning) and she would always do what I called “banging around” in the kitchen I—make coffee, load the dishwasher, clean the kitchen, and read the Chicago Tribune.
I have never thought much about wanting to be like my mom, but I hear her words unexpectedly come out of my mouth, I hear her admonitions, I hear her advice, I unknowingly follow her example in many ways, and I knowingly strive to follow her in other ways.
Honesty and integrity. Both of my parents truly modeled this. Mom could be brutal in her honesty, sometimes you didn’t really want to hear what she was about to tell you! But you knew it was well thought through, and she was probably right! She was not afraid to tell you what she thought.
Generosity. I always knew that they were generous to the church, family and friends, but they were so silent about it. I loved watching dad (or mom) take the check at the restaurant. I know that many (some whom I will never know) benefited from their generosity.
Educated. Mom was a forever learner, always reading several books at a time. When she taught at church, she would write out her own complete study. If something came up in the culture of the day—rather than speak against it, she would get a book (or several) and study it. She could speak to most any subject with a good well rounded knowledge. OK, she did like to read “romance novels” too!
Open-minded. She lived outside of the “box.” Though raised in a conservative Christian, legalistic environment, she was not a proponent of legalism in any way. She always had a broader world-view, and she encouraged me to think for myself. I remember when the rock musical, Jesus Christ Superstar, came out, I wanted it, though everyone in our faith circle was condemning it. Mom bought it, and I remember her sitting beside the stereo and she listened to the whole thing with me. She proclaimed at the end that she didn’t see anything wrong with it, in fact she thoroughly enjoyed it. That kind of thing was her norm, and I loved that about her.
Talented. Music, art, writing…you name it she could do it or play it. She played the piano in church nearly her entire life. She was so very creative! I never had a shortage of art and craft supplies, I was always encouraged to create!
Well, Mother, today I celebrate your legacy! I miss you, Happy Mother’s Day!