I dedicate this post to my mother who passed away 35 years ago.
My mom was a quiet gentle soul with a very hearty laugh. She was an emotionally strong woman with a strong faith in God. She showed respect to everyone, even those who didn’t deserve it.
Her selfless and unconditional love for her children earned our respect and adoration. We had our mom’s heart….she held our home together. Maybe, I should mention that every one of our spouses loved and respected my mom.
I gave my mom the credit for who I am today and by extension who my kids and grandkids are today.
My mom is my hero. Her courage leaps to my mind when I think of the many heroic moments that I personally witnessed during my childhood.
She was not popular or perfect, but she was real. Her best friend was the wife of a rich businessman. I cannot confirm if her friend knew how to read or write, but many times my mom would take us to her home where my mom would be writing letters on her friend’s behalf. Someone once said that the highest form of knowledge is empathy…
My mom loved to sing. Her singing would wake us up like the chirping of birds as she went about the early morning preparation of the day. Her singing reassured me as a child that everything was good…..I felt safe.
My mom loved to laugh…you know when the joke was really funny… when she clapped her hands and buried her face in her hands while laughing. I love people who make me laugh too. I honestly think that the best gift you can give yourself is the ability to laugh.
All that I am today was built on the foundations of my praying mother. I thank God that I had a praying mother. She created a positive world for her children.
I clearly got the best mom.