OT: In Memory of Mother

[DrivingMissLazy]

Mother

She dreamed of you from the time she was a little girl cradling a baby doll in her arms. She always saw you playing around the little cottage in her childhood dreams.

She carried you in her body and you made her sick every morning for weeks and weeks. She bore you into the world through intense pain, but when she heard you cry and saw your wrinkled face, she forgot all about it and wept tears of joy.

She fed you at her breast and her whole world revolved around you. She stole into your room at night just to watch you sleep and she was sure you were the most beautiful child on earth. She sat up through the night to bathe away the fever and at breakfast, your dad said, "Sleep well, honey"? oblivious to the all night vigil. She somehow always knew when you needed her, even in the middle of the night, and she came to your room and changed your bedding and made sure you were warm and dry.

She covered your ears and gave you your coat and checked your homework and made you practice the piano and sat through all your ball games and recitals like they were the seventh game of the World Series and a debut at Carnegie Hall. She nagged you to brush your teeth with words of wisdom like, "Be true to your teeth or they will be false to you." She changed your diaper and cleaned up when you were sick and washed underwear no one else would touch without a chemical suit. And who do you think always cleaned the gunk out of the kitchen sink and the bathtub drain?

She made sure you had the drumstick and your dad had the breast and acted like she preferred the wings. Her oatmeal cookies made you forget the beating you took from the neighborhood bully, or the slow rate of greeting card sales.

She listened to you and didn't laugh when others would have mocked you. She believed in you when you didn't believe in yourself and prayed for you even when you didn't think you needed it. She made you think you could do things you were sure you couldn't do. She was tough enough to call your bluff and discipline you and give you a sense of boundaries and the security that comes with it. She spanked you when "Spocking" was all the trend with lesser mothers. She knew when you needed a spanking or just a nap and she didn't always give you candy, though she longed to indulge you.

She was always waiting when you came in late. When you complained about it, she pretended to be asleep, like the way you always did when you wanted her to carry you in from the car after a long trip.

She read the Bible to you and read the Bible in front of you and did what mothers have to do to make sure the family is faithful in church. She made your dad a much better man than he ever would have been without her. She mended clothes as a labor of love and it broke her heart to see how quickly you grew out of them. She knew you were only loaned to her from God and soon the house would fall silent again. She washed mountains of dishes and truckloads of laundry. She put up food on the hottest summer days and didn't complain.

Her most sincere prayers were the ones she sent heavenward in gratitude for you. She filled your home with fragrance and beauty and music. The smell of her perfume and fresh cut flowers, bacon for breakfast and Sunday roast. Her eyes were bright and happy and full of life. She wept though, wept and worried a thousand times for you when no one ever knew.

She rose early on holidays so you could enjoy a festive meal and an enduring memory. She planned for days and worked for hours so that in a few minutes, you could gulp it down and go watch football. You didn't always thank her or help her with the dishes, but those meals have been a cherished memory for years.

She baked you special treats just to watch you eat them. Something inside made her happier the more you ate.

She wore old dresses so you could have a new ball glove. She skipped vacations and second honeymoons so you could go to camp. She limited expenses for her hobbies so you could get your band instrument. She was happy with last year's fashion so you could have this years tennis shoes. She didn't abandon the family when your dad was insensitive to her needs. She took the blame for your failures and stood back and let your dad have the glory for your successes. And having done all these things and a thousand others that make mother a sacred word, she still felt she wasn't the mother she should have been.

--Ken Pierpont

[Sojourner]

My mother did about all of above plus put up my hearing lost since born in both ears......not deaf but nearly.
My mother put thru many extra effort to get me thru school trying her best so I can get diploma. I thank the Lord for my mother.
Thanks Richard for honor our mother post.
Jerry

[brojcol]

My mother is my hero.  She divorced my abusive father after he went to prison and we lived in a housing project.  I remember we had three tiny hamburger patties and some peas for supper once.  My sister and I ate ours and my mother pretended not to be hungry and she cut hers in half and gave each of us a half.  Kids at school laughed at me because I wore my cousin's (a girl) hand me down sneakers to school in the second grade.  I remember, teary eyed, sitting in the floor at home with scissors cutting the pink stripe off those d--n shoes.

The next day, my mother came home with a brand new pair!  I found out after I was a grown man, that my mother SHOPLIFTED those shoes.

Determined that her children would not be raised on welfare, my mother took a job as a nurse's aid at a nursing home.  She cleaned bedpans, bathed and took care of elderly people and on Saturdays, with no baby-sitter, she would bring me to work with her.  I would sit in the TV room, surrounded by nursing home residents, watching Saturday morning cartoons.  Later, she married a man she didn't love, JUST to give us a better life.  She went to Nursing School and has been nursing for 25 years.  That's why SHE'S MY HERO!

She NEVER let me settle for second best.  If she found out tomorrow that I was an axe murderer, she would still love me and try her best to get me off the hook.  I've only met one other woman in the world that could be her equal.

Her, I married.

[edvanland]

Thanks for that.  You don't really appreciate you mother until she is gone on to a better place.  I was luck in the fact my mother lived with us for the last 10 years of her stay on this earth.  We were luck in the fact we had a big enough piece of property to build her a house.  My wife designed the house just for my mother.  Mom would sit in her patio and watch us work in our shop, she loved to ride in the truck with me.  When she went to a better place she wanted to be buried in Memphis next to Dad.  She hated to fly so I was able to transport her back to Memphis from Arizona in the back of my truck which she loved to ride in.
When my wife died she wanted to be buried in California next to her first husband so again she hated to fly but loved the bus so in the baggage bay she went and away we went to California.  The bus was actually the Hearst at the cemetery.  That iterated the cemetery, but who carried.
Thanks for your time
ED
MCI 7

[brojcol]

Ed,

Moving story.  Thanks for sharing that.