So Mother’s Day is this weekend and I forgot to slip a card in the mail. Oops. I suppose that’s one of the drawbacks of living over 1500 miles away from your mama. But the truth is no card could ever eloquently state what’s on my heart. As a matter of fact, I think a blog post is better. Yeah…that’s right. A digital proclamation of my love.
Whew! I think I squirmed my way out of that one. Here are five things my mother taught me.
Put God First
Putting God first is not just something my mom said. It’s what she did. Anytime the church doors were open she was there. At home it was evident that “church” was not something that you did on Sundays, it was a way of life.
Be a Lady
It wasn’t so much that my mother told me directly to “be a lady”. But she had high standards of the way I should walk, talk and just carry myself in the world. I did not get to hang out late or spend time with just anyone I chose to my dismay, and I didn’t always get it. But boy oh boy, do I get it now. Mom, I get it.
Being polite is just not just about being “nice”. A polite demeanor serves as a foundation for basic human interaction and connection. Think about it. Would you want to patronize a business, be of assistance or collaborate on a project with someone that wasn’t polite or treated you with respect?
There is Always Something to Eat
When I was a kid, I would always open the fridge and just stare. Often complaining that there was nothing in the fridge to eat. But the thing is, there was always something to eat. Just not anything I wanted to eat and to be honest, not anything I had the culinary acumen to prepare. Mom would often rattle off several things I could make even if there were only a few ingredients in the kitchen. I always wondered…”How did she do that?”
Fast forward to today, and my husband says I can create a five course meal out of anything. Especially when there is “nothing to eat in the fridge”.
With Love Comes Sacrifice
Mom sure did sacrifice. She sacrificed sleep, meals, vacations, her own dreams and so much more. I remember on several ocassions when my mom sent my siblings and I on summer vacations with other family and friends while she stayed at home. Not because she didn’t want to go but because she couldn’t afford to go.
But she always made a way for us to be entertained, after all, “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”…so she said.
Love you mom.