"She walks in beauty,like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes; "
This poem of Lord Byron best describes her....so often I have heard people say to me..."she's so graceful." Or "we just were in awe of her "
I don't know if I were in awe but definitely she had qualities I wanted to emulate. I say some because the rest of her is crazy....her orderliness, her cleanliness, her energy....just looking at her would make me tired.
I learnt at a young age I couldn't keep up and I wouldn't try.She was she and I was I.
She married at age seventeen, an age when we were busy going to college and having fun with friends. Married and moved to a state that was alien in every way....culture,speech and yet she thrived. She learnt the language,to speak and read and write....in comparison I still struggle with speech..I can read to get a bus but no more .
She had four children by the time she was 26 and ran her house like a ship.
With the first mate always away there was no chance for any of us to get away with things.
If we got into trouble,she lectured a week.
If you haven't guessed by now ....you must know I am talking about my mother.
She was someone I always admired simply because she was a doer,someone you could count on and she rarely let you down.
She had goals and dreams and she made things happen irrespective of the circumstances.
She embodied the words "When the going gets tough, the tough get going"
She started a school for toddlers way back when they didn't exist and had two kids in her school. When she decided to stop she had close to 30.
She had children of all kinds, bossy,naughty,cute,mean and by the year end they were talking in English and ready to take on the world.
She spent all her waking hours doing something ...baking some great food in a tiny racold oven and I inviting twenty people to tea,she took a knitting class for underprivileged girls twice a week,attended bible study, and prepared a Sunday school class for under fives. She also took a class for teenage girls .
All this and being home when we got back from school to listen to our stories as well.
Her gardening skills also was tops....she grew the best roses in town and routinely had a vase of them in our front room with one to spare for her bun on Sundays .
When we left our little town for the city ,she had to forgo the manicured lawns and roses for potted plants.
She took to sewing more and until I married she did all my blouses and my western dresses.l found her the most complicated ones and she made them.
Life was simple then. In spite of all the worries I heard her singing and laughing .
My father's death changed all this...and though she remained strong and courageous in the face of tragedy she suddenly looked older.
Of course grief took her years to accept ,to move on without the person who had been the one steady thing in her life.
I saw her broken but not beaten,sad but resilient, and through it all her faith never wavered.
This is what I learnt.. ..and this has held me to be strong for her.
If Only Dr Strange could turn back time!
I have had the privilege to know her as mum ....and in these fifty odd years of my life got to appreciate all the sacrifices and lectures ,the words of wisdom I didn't want or need but still had to hear, the concern and worry when I am low or sick, the nudge I get when I want to say enough but she thinks no way,
I have only lived so much.....
And so this year on mother's day I want to tell you that my mother is that exceptional lady. Someone you see once in a lifetime....and I am so glad you are part of mine.
I am the better for it for I have laughed and lived it with you
Thank you Ma,
They sure broke the mould when they made you!!
Love you so very much❤❤❤
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes; "
This poem of Lord Byron best describes her....so often I have heard people say to me..."she's so graceful." Or "we just were in awe of her "
I don't know if I were in awe but definitely she had qualities I wanted to emulate. I say some because the rest of her is crazy....her orderliness, her cleanliness, her energy....just looking at her would make me tired.
I learnt at a young age I couldn't keep up and I wouldn't try.She was she and I was I.
She married at age seventeen, an age when we were busy going to college and having fun with friends. Married and moved to a state that was alien in every way....culture,speech and yet she thrived. She learnt the language,to speak and read and write....in comparison I still struggle with speech..I can read to get a bus but no more .
She had four children by the time she was 26 and ran her house like a ship.
With the first mate always away there was no chance for any of us to get away with things.
If we got into trouble,she lectured a week.
If you haven't guessed by now ....you must know I am talking about my mother.
She was someone I always admired simply because she was a doer,someone you could count on and she rarely let you down.
She had goals and dreams and she made things happen irrespective of the circumstances.
She embodied the words "When the going gets tough, the tough get going"
She started a school for toddlers way back when they didn't exist and had two kids in her school. When she decided to stop she had close to 30.
She had children of all kinds, bossy,naughty,cute,mean and by the year end they were talking in English and ready to take on the world.
She spent all her waking hours doing something ...baking some great food in a tiny racold oven and I inviting twenty people to tea,she took a knitting class for underprivileged girls twice a week,attended bible study, and prepared a Sunday school class for under fives. She also took a class for teenage girls .
All this and being home when we got back from school to listen to our stories as well.
Her gardening skills also was tops....she grew the best roses in town and routinely had a vase of them in our front room with one to spare for her bun on Sundays .
When we left our little town for the city ,she had to forgo the manicured lawns and roses for potted plants.
She took to sewing more and until I married she did all my blouses and my western dresses.l found her the most complicated ones and she made them.
Life was simple then. In spite of all the worries I heard her singing and laughing .
My father's death changed all this...and though she remained strong and courageous in the face of tragedy she suddenly looked older.
Of course grief took her years to accept ,to move on without the person who had been the one steady thing in her life.
I saw her broken but not beaten,sad but resilient, and through it all her faith never wavered.
This is what I learnt.. ..and this has held me to be strong for her.
If Only Dr Strange could turn back time!
I have had the privilege to know her as mum ....and in these fifty odd years of my life got to appreciate all the sacrifices and lectures ,the words of wisdom I didn't want or need but still had to hear, the concern and worry when I am low or sick, the nudge I get when I want to say enough but she thinks no way,
I have only lived so much.....
And so this year on mother's day I want to tell you that my mother is that exceptional lady. Someone you see once in a lifetime....and I am so glad you are part of mine.
I am the better for it for I have laughed and lived it with you
Thank you Ma,
They sure broke the mould when they made you!!
Love you so very much❤❤❤
