To Mothers with Love

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I have a confession to make. My mom was a stay at home mom until I was in middle school, and I don’t remember it. I remember the outcome of her choosing to stay with us, but I don’t remember her physical presence in my days.

I remember being banned to the outdoors to play with my brothers. I remember digging for worms, climbing trees and making mud pies decorated with china berries. I remember picking pecans in the front yard and riding the tricycle up and down the driveway. I remember the three of us needing to clean up a huge (for a kid) pile of toys from the middle of the bedroom we shared. I remember eating taco eating contests at the dining room table with dinner guests. I remember trying egg rolls and my five year old birthday party with my new Cabbage Patch doll and new friends from church. I remember the one time we took the bus to the mall across town. I remember my mom sending the three of us to the store to buy cake donuts for her. I remember new school uniforms my mom sewed for me every school year. I remember my mom driving us to go into sketchy places to sell the last bit of peanut brittle as an ongoing fundraiser for our Christian school. I remember my mom coming to our school to be a substitute math teacher once a week. Oh, I remember so much!

Everything that I remember, being a mom, I see so much more was behind the making of those memories. I got the Cabbage Patch doll for my birthday, yes, but I needed my mom to tell me the story. She and my dad went around the city searching for a doll they could afford. They went through many rough patches financially when we were growing up, and the Cabbage Patch doll craze came during one of them. One girl at school had like 15 of them. No joke, she may have had even more. My parents were just trying to get me one.

They spent the day going to many stores looking for an affordable one. My mom even asked one lady at church if she could buy one of hers. Finally, they went to an indoor flea market and there he was… Cyril Alfie. He was the right price and he came just in time for my birthday. My mom even made doll sized clothes for him. He had a perfectly made navy blue sailor suit. I loved that little guy fiercely. Thanks mom.

Sometimes a mother just needs a minute of silence. I get that now. Now wonder my mom pushed us outside to play. We were not a two car family until my mom went back to work. I can now totally understand how it was to be in the house with 3 squabbling children day in and day out. It would have been impossible to clean the house, wash the clothes, make the dinner and sew with three very active kids around your legs, asking questions, needing everything, EVERY. SINGLE.DAY. We were blessed she said “Go outside until I tell you to come back in.” Our mom stayed sane and we made memories with each other. I could go on, but then I may not be done in time to say Happy Mother’s Day Mom. I love you!

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms who do so much, but your children see so little of it. Happy Mother’s Day when you are putting so much thought and effort into the lives of your children, and they don’t say thank you and may not even acknowledge your efforts. Mothers, you are amazing! The choice you made to have your child, no matter the difficulties that may have arisen due to your choice, is worthy of celebration. Thank you Moms! Have a lovely day.

If you have a special memory of your mother that you would like to share, please leave a comment. Mother’s Day is the perfect time to celebrate our memories and sing the praises of these special ladies.

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