- Entertain guests often
- Care for your elderly parents
- Buy gifts for people
- Have your cuboards stocked with beverages
- Dry your wrinkly clothes in the dryer for a
couple a minutes than hang them up, still damp
- Visit the sick and the widows
- Make your mashed potatoes a day ahead
- Read to your children
- Dance in the kitchen
circa 2009 when Madi was born
My mom is the “giving-est” person I
know. I grew up hearing from my friends “Your
mom is so cool.” I didn’t really
appreciate her “coolness” at the time,(and I never told her my friends said
that) but the older I grow, the more I aspire to be like her.
She is a server who jumps up and gives food and drink to people in her
home. Often her spare bedroom is full
with this out-of-town guest, or that missionary family. She is the one who whips together a meal, and
I wonder how she does it all. When we
visit her home in Ohio, early Sunday morning I can hear her footsteps pounding
upstairs in the kitchen while I lazily stay in bed. (I’m sure her heart is brimming with pride as
her grown-up daughter reverts to a spoiled teenager whenever we visit)
When my sister brought a family home from Wal Mart (true story: She met
strangers at Wal Mart and brought them home with her) Mom opened up her home
for a week.
I don’t remember her being sick. I don’t
remember her being down or depressed. She
has a penchant for volunteering. When I
was young I used to go with her as she drove people to doctors appointments,
grocery stores, and whatnot.
I remember last Mother’s Day something happened that stuck in my mind. The family was together, but something happened (don’t remember what) that mom had to pack up in middle of our “celebration of her” (which was Sunday Dinner, and at most, a hanging plant or filled cake from Litty’s) and go take
care of her own mother or Mom-in-law.
And I thought: the cycle never
ends does it. This motherhood thing, you
give to your own kids, and when they are grown you give to your parents.
That’s what I’m learning from my mom, to keep going. And to keep giving.
So now I’m trying to wrap this up and realizing, how impossible it is to nail a
person down in a post. I know her well
enough to know that she doesn’t take herself so seriously to get her panties
all in a twist about how she is portrayed.
I know she is now blushing and clucking her tongue over my language
choice. (Don’t worry Mom, I didn’t learn that
(the one who always painted her toenails)