What do you love about your Mother? They were asking people in the street on the evening news and it got me to thinking. Some said her cooking, some said because she looked after them when they were sick.
What do I love about my Mother? Well, everything! She is yes, a fabulous cook and taught all of us kids and any grand kid who would listen, her tricks. We learned how to make anything from gravy to pie and every kind of cake and cookie.
Yes, as kids, she looked after us when we were sick, took us to the doctor, put iodine and band aids on our cuts and scrapes. She sat up steaming me when I was little, night after night. She held our foreheads when we threw up. She put cool cloths on our fevered brows. She put our feet in turpentine if and when we stepped on a nail. She taught us how to garden, make pickles, freeze vegetables. We shelled peas,cut up beans, cut corn off the cob. She taught us to eat fresh radishes, onions, lettuce, swiss chard and to like it. She taught us to pick berries and pick them over on a cookie sheet.
She taught us how to do the chores out in the barn. We learned how to milk a cow, feed chop and carry the slop pail out to the pigs and chickens. We learned to gather the eggs and butcher the chickens in the Fall. We learned how to run a cream separator and wash it after. She taught me how to clean a house, sweep and dust, wash the woodwork, wash clothes and hang them on the line. I learned every sort of housework you can imagine...change the sheets and iron. She taught me how to cook and wash dishes for a crew of bush workers and to not complain. She made me feel like I was needed. She gave me credit for what I did and made me feel proud of myself.
My Mom is more than a teacher and caregiver though. She is someone we trust. She is someone who builds our self esteem and gives us a sense of accomplishment for any project we are involved with. She is someone we confide in and tell our deepest secrets. She is the person we go to....She is the one...the matriarch, the key person in our lives.
When we were kids living at home and still today, Mom has always made time after supper to just sit at the table and talk with whoever is there. Mom always knows how to carry on a conversation with others. It's a back and forth flow, giving everyone an opportunity to talk. She is a good listener and knows how to support and encourage, but can still challenge in a kind way. She knows how to say no, but told us that she always asks herself why before she says no. I have since met people who's first answer is always no, and I always remember what Mom taught me. We might sit and talk about just about anything after a meal for an hour or longer before we jump up and do the dishes. I will always cherish our deep and meaningful bonding sessions then on the farm with my own family and today with anybody else who might be there visiting.
Mom has a knack for knowing exactly what she will be doing over the next few days. She can tell you at the drop of a hat what she will be doing for the next week. Not like me who has to weigh the pros and cons and see how things go. She works hard during the day and knows for a fact that once the supper dishes are done that she will be relaxing...not be working. Since she has been in the condo, she sometimes plays cards with the ladies, goes out to various activities, or watches TV.
It was Mom who made sure we learned how to swim and how to skate. It was Mom who encouraged me with music and playing the pump organ and going to music lessons and playing in the school band. She was my role model for learning to sew and doing crafts.
It was Mom who has always gotten me through raising my own children. She was there to give me a break when I needed it. She always arrives laden with gifts and other treats...all things for us to look forward to including fresh baking.
Mom is talented in so many different ways. She has a keen ability with numbers, writing and organization. She runs committees and gets things done. She is a doer, an achiever, and has the ability to get to the bottom of something like a true sleuth.
Things don't always work out in our lives, but for me, I was blessed to have positive things occur more often than not. What I have discovered is that it was my Mom working somewhere behind the scenes who made many of these things happen for me. My trip by ambulance from the Melfort Hospital where a full lunch was packed for me by the cafeteria staff is one example....I found out later that Mom was responsible for arranging all that.
Mom taught me that the only real failure is if we fail to try. Even with any new job or adventure, I would be agonizing over what to do and it would always be Mom I would consult with. She has always been the voice of reason, and once again asking me to ask myself "why not?" Even with the grind of every day and the challenges that sometimes arise, Mom is there to talk it out with.
My Mom loves a good laugh and she knows how to laugh at your words and silliness. She gets my jokes more than anyone I know...except my brothers and sisters of course,....they get me too, the same as I get them. Mom is alot of fun and people love to be around her. Her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews and friends can all attest to this.
Home is wherever Mom is. Mom is someone you can count on. She loves us unconditionally as we love her. Mom is a vast and ever-changing mystery. She has the strength of Sampson and the wisdom of Jobb. She is full of hilarious stories and the store-house of our history. Her home is a shrine of memoirs that have meaning to us. We are blessed to have our Mom and anyone who knows her realizes what a privilege that is.
Mom, the woman who is the love of our lives....would you agree?
What do I love about my Mother? Well, everything! She is yes, a fabulous cook and taught all of us kids and any grand kid who would listen, her tricks. We learned how to make anything from gravy to pie and every kind of cake and cookie.
Yes, as kids, she looked after us when we were sick, took us to the doctor, put iodine and band aids on our cuts and scrapes. She sat up steaming me when I was little, night after night. She held our foreheads when we threw up. She put cool cloths on our fevered brows. She put our feet in turpentine if and when we stepped on a nail. She taught us how to garden, make pickles, freeze vegetables. We shelled peas,cut up beans, cut corn off the cob. She taught us to eat fresh radishes, onions, lettuce, swiss chard and to like it. She taught us to pick berries and pick them over on a cookie sheet.
She taught us how to do the chores out in the barn. We learned how to milk a cow, feed chop and carry the slop pail out to the pigs and chickens. We learned to gather the eggs and butcher the chickens in the Fall. We learned how to run a cream separator and wash it after. She taught me how to clean a house, sweep and dust, wash the woodwork, wash clothes and hang them on the line. I learned every sort of housework you can imagine...change the sheets and iron. She taught me how to cook and wash dishes for a crew of bush workers and to not complain. She made me feel like I was needed. She gave me credit for what I did and made me feel proud of myself.
My Mom is more than a teacher and caregiver though. She is someone we trust. She is someone who builds our self esteem and gives us a sense of accomplishment for any project we are involved with. She is someone we confide in and tell our deepest secrets. She is the person we go to....She is the one...the matriarch, the key person in our lives.
When we were kids living at home and still today, Mom has always made time after supper to just sit at the table and talk with whoever is there. Mom always knows how to carry on a conversation with others. It's a back and forth flow, giving everyone an opportunity to talk. She is a good listener and knows how to support and encourage, but can still challenge in a kind way. She knows how to say no, but told us that she always asks herself why before she says no. I have since met people who's first answer is always no, and I always remember what Mom taught me. We might sit and talk about just about anything after a meal for an hour or longer before we jump up and do the dishes. I will always cherish our deep and meaningful bonding sessions then on the farm with my own family and today with anybody else who might be there visiting.
Mom has a knack for knowing exactly what she will be doing over the next few days. She can tell you at the drop of a hat what she will be doing for the next week. Not like me who has to weigh the pros and cons and see how things go. She works hard during the day and knows for a fact that once the supper dishes are done that she will be relaxing...not be working. Since she has been in the condo, she sometimes plays cards with the ladies, goes out to various activities, or watches TV.
It was Mom who made sure we learned how to swim and how to skate. It was Mom who encouraged me with music and playing the pump organ and going to music lessons and playing in the school band. She was my role model for learning to sew and doing crafts.
It was Mom who has always gotten me through raising my own children. She was there to give me a break when I needed it. She always arrives laden with gifts and other treats...all things for us to look forward to including fresh baking.
Mom is talented in so many different ways. She has a keen ability with numbers, writing and organization. She runs committees and gets things done. She is a doer, an achiever, and has the ability to get to the bottom of something like a true sleuth.
Things don't always work out in our lives, but for me, I was blessed to have positive things occur more often than not. What I have discovered is that it was my Mom working somewhere behind the scenes who made many of these things happen for me. My trip by ambulance from the Melfort Hospital where a full lunch was packed for me by the cafeteria staff is one example....I found out later that Mom was responsible for arranging all that.
Mom taught me that the only real failure is if we fail to try. Even with any new job or adventure, I would be agonizing over what to do and it would always be Mom I would consult with. She has always been the voice of reason, and once again asking me to ask myself "why not?" Even with the grind of every day and the challenges that sometimes arise, Mom is there to talk it out with.
My Mom loves a good laugh and she knows how to laugh at your words and silliness. She gets my jokes more than anyone I know...except my brothers and sisters of course,....they get me too, the same as I get them. Mom is alot of fun and people love to be around her. Her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews and friends can all attest to this.
Home is wherever Mom is. Mom is someone you can count on. She loves us unconditionally as we love her. Mom is a vast and ever-changing mystery. She has the strength of Sampson and the wisdom of Jobb. She is full of hilarious stories and the store-house of our history. Her home is a shrine of memoirs that have meaning to us. We are blessed to have our Mom and anyone who knows her realizes what a privilege that is.
Mom, the woman who is the love of our lives....would you agree?
