By: Lisa Baber-CV& T Guest Writer
As Mother’s Day approaches I think about my mother how I wish she was still here to share this day with me.
When I think back to growing up my mom wasn’t the hugging, kissing affectionate type. Now don’t get me wrong, she rocked me to sleep every night until I was at least five years old, she rubbed medicine on our chest and made potato soup for us when we were sick, but she didn’t hug and kiss us every time we walked in or out the door. She was the disciplinarian and care giver in our house.
But with age and grandchildren this characteristic changed quite a bit. I guess she had more time to spoil her grandchildren and that she did. I used to tell her she let them get away with things she would never let us do and she would laugh and tell me that’s what grannys are for. She expected them to mind and respect her but her rules changed somewhat when they came along.
She never hesitated to compliment us when we did good nor did she hesitate to give us a good talking to or leave a handprint on our legs when she thought we needed it! And I probably needed more than my brother did because as she said I couldn’t keep my mouth shut!
But never, ever did I not know that she loved us unconditionally.
My mom taught me all the important things in life like: pray and have faith; do what is right, not for recognition or fear of getting in trouble, just because it’s right; how to fry chicken, make cole slaw and bake homemade biscuits (mine still are not as good as hers was); be kind and smile a lot, but don’t let people take advantage of you either; when you hang clothes on the line-hang them neatly and in order; drinking, drugs and gambling are wrong; take care of your husband and children, when a man works hard all day he needs a good hot supper when he gets home (slacking a little here); treat everyone equal, you are not better than anyone but nobody is better than you either; we are not here to judge, if you haven’t lived someones life then you have no reason to question their past or future; there are more important things in life than an immaculate house (I’m pretty good at this one); know your place-when to speak and when to keep quiet (still working on this).
Basically everything you do creates a memory, make good memories, not about stuff but about happiness.
Now by no means am I saying I live everyday like this, but when I don’t I can hear my mothers words in my ears!
Of course like everyone else I have said “When I have kids I’m going to let them do this or I’m not going to do that!” but more and more I find myself saying and doing things and I go “That was just like my mom!”
I know I have a way to go before I’m the woman my mother was. She was our seamstress, cook, referee, counselor, baby sitter, teacher, friend and much more.
The other day I read something that said “Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all” and I thought-I only hope one day that will be true!