I’VE WRITTEN OFTEN about my mom, the life she lived, the legacies of kindness, compassion and faith she left. But what about about you and your mom?
On this Mother’s Day, I invite you to share about your mom. What do you hold dear? What was she like? What did she pass along to you? Who was she, in addition to being your mother?
I don’t know what my children would write if asked those questions. But I hope they would describe me as loving, caring, compassionate, kind and supportive. Creative, too. I’ve tried to follow my mom’s example. And, even though my maternal grandmother died shortly after I was born, I’ve heard that Josephine was a kind and gentle soul. Just like my mom.
I recognize that Mother’s Day can be difficult, especially if you’ve recently lost your mom. Like my friend Gretchen. Grief rises anew in a day focused on mothers. To lose a mom is a profound loss, whether that occurred a month ago or 20 years ago. Mother and child share a bond unlike any other, which intensifies the depth of grief.
Yet, to grieve is to recognize that we have loved. I consider all the ways my mom loved me. Though she didn’t tell me she loved me or even hug me when I was growing up (that would come later), I felt and saw her love. Her love showed in homemade bread and peanut butter oatmeal bars. Her love showed in the animal-shaped birthday cakes she made for my five siblings and me. Her loved showed in clothes washed in a Maytag wringer washer. Her love showed in quarts of fruits and vegetables lining planks in a dirt-floored cellar. Her love showed in clothing stitched from flour sacks. Her love showed in poring through booklets of house designs from the lumberyard, always believing that some day she would move into a new house. One with a bathroom and a shower to replace a galvanized tub set on the kitchen floor and a makeshift shower of garden hose strung through an open porch window. One with more than three cramped bedrooms. One with a furnace rather than an oil-burning stove. One with windows that didn’t rattle in the winter prairie wind.
Mom taught me to hold hope. She finally got her new house in 1967, the year my youngest brother, her final child, was born.
On this Mother’s Day, let’s honor our moms—those selfless, wonderful women who raised us as best they could. Those women who carried us, physically and emotionally, who want (ed) the best for us. Being a mother requires strength, energy and so much more, but, most of all, unconditional love.
Happy Mother’s Day, if you’re a mom! And if you are missing your mom, let’s celebrate her, too.
© Copyright 2023 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
and same to you, Audrey. my mom was a spirited Italian woman who married an irishman, and went to school to be a stenographer but was drawn to law. in her day and in her family, that was not going to happen, but she was a steadfast fighter and would have stood up for anyone she thought was wronged.
Beth, thank you for sharing about your mom. I would have liked her. I admire her determination to stand up for anyone she thought was wronged. That says a lot for strength, character and compassion.
Thanks for your thoughts and feelings. And your own motherhood.
Awwww, Ken, so sweet of you to pen this generous comment. Thank you!
Happy Mother’s Day Audrey.
Thank you, dear Judy!
My mom was a retired nurse who gave love and care to many over the years, including her family and friends. I miss her and I am thankful for her life. Happy Mother’s Day! 💐
Dawn, I’ve always admired nurses for their skills, care and compassion. Thank you to your dear mom for serving others as a nurse.
I would like to think that my mother was the start of the revolution of women in the mainstream workforce. She took jobs that were traditionally for men and excelled at them (maybe it was her love or vision that her daughters could do anything they desired in a world that was dominated by men). All that hard work in those jobs and sadly she wasn’t able to enjoy her retirement as she should have. Can no longer tell her or show her my love on Mother’s Day but hopefully can continue what she started to make sure we are all treated equal no matter the job at hand.
Your mother would be proud of your strength, Paula.
When I think about the lessons my mom taught me and probably is still teaching me is to own who I am. Be confident and comfortable with who you are and where you are at in your life. Do not like something change it and for goodness sake stop complaining about it already – ha! Be the amazing you and share her with others. You will find those precious gifts of people that want to be in your life too. Here’s to ALL the Mothers that step in to help raise the village of the next generation(s) 🙂 I do not know where we would be without mom, grandma, the Aunties, sisters, sisters from other mothers, etc. Happy Day – ENJOY!
You have a wise mom who passed along some important lessons. Thank you for also pointing out the many women who are “mothers,” each in their own ways.
My mother Ruby, was a gem. 😉
That’s a most fitting response to my questions. Ruby, a gem.