My mom was a mother from a very young age. When her own mother was ill with a blood clot that migrated to her heart leaving a hole, and leaving my grandmother in a permanent weakened condition, my mom took care of her two younger siblings.
My mom became a mother in her own right when she was 20 with a husband an ocean away on a military base in Germany. Mom lived on her own in a small apartment taking care of my oldest sister and waiting for my dad to come home.
In the 50s my mom became a mother five times over in little more than six years. She changed diapers and fed babies for 55 years as my younger sister Annie was born disabled and required the care of an infant until she died at the age of 51 in 2009.
When her own mother aged and began to suffer from dementia, my mom mothered her, visiting her 40 minutes away weekly and seeing to her every need until she died early in 2010.
Now my mom mothers my father who has Alzheimer’s.
My mom is a courageous, intelligent, strong, indomitable at times, creative and loving woman who has been called upon all her life to use her many gifts and talents time and time again.
She made me clothes when I was young.
She made me toast when I was sick.
She made me custom drapes for my first house.
She made me baby quilts for my children.
She made go the the park to meet other children after we’d moved when I was in grade school and was too shy to go on my own.
She made me see the reason behind going to college when I hesitated, not wanting to part with my boyfriend in my infinite wisdom as a teenager.
She made me believe in myself because she always believed in me.
She made me into a mother.
She made me courageous.
She made me strong.
She made me.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone reading. I hope you are able to celebrate with or remember your own mother today with happiness.
Happy Mother’s Day to the other mothers reading this. Well done.