The memories of my mom are like the varying colors of tulips; each distinctive in the color and hue. It is the variance of memories that come flooding back to me as we celebrate Mother’s Day.
My mom was raised in a prosperous family; yet she would refinish her own furniture. Growing up she had nannies, maids, cooks, and even chauffeurs but she took care of her own children, cleaned her own home, and washed her own car. Her meals are comfort foods to me now and sharing them with my family brings her presence to our dinner table. She was a very ‘fine’ looking woman, tall in stature, long beautiful nails, and hair that while she said was too thin, too frizzy, too red reminded me that while quirky she was uniquely made by God. She looked like she belonged on a Yacht sailing through Europe yet she never shunned away from getting her hands dirty or volunteering in the hospital snack bar. She had a high school education, yet she never stopped reading, learning, growing, even starting her own diaper service in Rome, Italy.
We had our differences and had our share of arguments. But all in all I wanted and still want to emulate the person that she was – a person of strong faith, moral caliber, kind, forgiving, nurturing, funny, classy and most of all an example to me and those who needed a mother in their lives.
She was a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma (Quote by Winston Churchill). And I am still learning from the life she lived.
Not all of us have been blessed with a mother they can feel this way about. If you don’t, I hope you have found someone who can support, encourage and love you through the grief of the past to share the life God has for you in the future.
This Mother’s Day if you are blessed to still have your mother or a ‘chosen’ mother in your life – make some memories with her. This Mother’s Day, if your special mother in your life has gone to be with our Father in heaven rejoice, give thanks for her, and visit those memories today and often to calm your soul, brighten your heart, and put a smile on your face.
And don’t forget to make memories of your own with your children and grandchildren. Leave them a legacy of memories, too.
Until we meet again, Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day