I would like to celebrate a few mothers- my own and those who have helped to create and shape our family.
My Grandmother, Faye Emeryl-
(Who will be 80 years young this Fall!)
She is one creative lady. A wonderful artist, her drawings and paintings are coveted within our family. When we were young, she would get down on our level and play with us, involve us in her projects and encourage us to use our imaginations. A few fun memories from her house:
She had Grandpa build a playhouse , including a sink with running water and also mow the back field into a maze for us to explore.
She had numerous fish ponds and every afterno0n at 4pm, we'd help her feed them.
She would set up easels and canvas and get out her paints , teaching us techniques- but always encouraging us to find our own art style.
Our lunches were made in 'fairy' fashion. Sandwiches cut into teeny tiny wedges , everything done in miniature and served on tiny little plates.
We would help her weed and cultivate her enormous gardens. If she had to use the bathroom, she would ask one of us kids if we could please run to the house for her and go potty so she wouldn't have to stop working.
I can still see her, her house dress (her summer garden attire) tucked up so her legs were unhampered, hoeing in the garden. She also engaged in races with us and could outrun even my older brother, who prided himself on his swiftness.
An avid animal lover, she rescued numerous dogs and cats (even a crow, once) and taught us to be loving and caring towards all creatures. She also taught us to always use our manners and not scream bloody murder. For some reason those shrill screams set her teeth on edge and made her heart race. Go figure. : )
She is a wonderful grandma, and I'm so very thankful for her!
My paternal Grandmother, Virginia Ruth.
A beautiful, elegant lady, educated at a teacher's college, oldest of three girls.
My memories of her:
Visiting her home or apartment, playing with her collection of Barbie dolls.
She had lots of them- and a set of shelves that we used and set up as rooms for the dolls.
The weekend I was allowed to spend with her- all by myself. She never drove (neither of my grandmothers ever had their license) so we walked down to the shopping center. She purchased a toy for me and it was one of my most cherished possessions. I so loved that weekend with her.
She always offered us vanilla ice cream and soda when we visited her house. It seemed to us as if she magically never ran out.
She was often tired- she worked long hours up until her death- and it was quite normal for her to fall asleep once she sat down. Many times, while Mom was visiting with her, Mom would quietly tell us it was time to go so Grandma could get some rest. My mother admired her greatly.
Every year she would bring my sister and I new flannel nightgowns- always blue for me and pink for her.
Another tradition of hers: My sister and I have birthdays only three days apart. Often, we would celebrate them together and usually the party would fall on my day- as we were too excited to wait longer. (I think that was why.) However, on the day of Sarah's birthday, she would always arrive; having baked a cherry chip cake with cherry frosting for her.
I can never think of that type of cake without thinking of Grandma.
How I wish I could have known her as a grown woman- to have spent more time with her.
My Madre, Terry Lee :
Another creative, amazing woman. Beautiful, smart, adventurous.
She is always thinking 'outside the box', and is rarely found in 'the box'.
Stubborn in her own way- but only because she wants to be herself; unhampered by rules and regulations, free to make her own choices.
Some of my memories:
Quiet, sweet and noble as a young mother. In church, I would see other little children look her way. She would wink at them and they would blush and smile back. It made me feel pangs of both jealousy and pride. Jealousy that my mother was showering some of her wonderful person on someone other than myself or siblings, and pride that those other kids liked her as much as I did.
Her singing. Singing folk songs and pop music, songs she made up or Gaelic music she was learning. Singing while she cooked, while she sewed, cleaned or rocked babies. Singing while she drove, tapping her wedding ring on the steering wheel in time to the beat. Music was and still is, a huge part of her existence.
Babies. I have so many memories of her caring for her babies. Always gentle, always thinking of their needs/feelings. Teaching me to carefully handle their little bodies; to be sure their little arms were just so , their bodies kept warm but not too warm. Reminding me that babies on the floor are going to be colder than an adult standing up, that their little feet need to be free from heavy shoes- that shoes in general aren't good for their feet and legs.
To not leave babies lying in one position for too long or sitting in a seat. Always to think of their comfort and how I would feel if I were them. Too many considerations to list here!
What I admire most is that she thought for herself when it came to child-rearing. Not one to listen to 'experts' of that time, she read widely and chose for herself what felt right and good. In a time when Wonder bread and Lucky Charms were on the tables of many households and begged for by her own children, she served us only wholesome, real food.
Hungry for a snack before dinner? Here's a carrot. Hungry for breakfast? Here's some oatmeal. Wanting a treat? Here are some homemade carrot or oatmeal cookies with whole wheat flour, freshly ground from her wheat grinder. Bored? Get outdoors and play- or you can help inside with housework. Cold? Get moving and stop sitting around.
Get the windows open and let fresh air inside, hang the laundry outdoors to absorb air and sunshine, get the kids outdoors to absorb the same.
Children and teens: I have admired her ability to recognize when a child needs less structure and more freedoms. Motherhood is a balance between teaching and training and knowing when to let go. She was very good at that. I loved the freedoms I had as a child- she was not one to micro-manage, although there were still expectations to be met.
Cheerfulness: She taught us by example to not frown or pout, but to have a positive outlook on life. She found the good in everything and taught us to laugh off life's down swings. She rarely raised her voice, was patient when we made mistakes, and above all, we always knew we were loved.
My own vision of our home in my childhood is one of bright, airy, clean spaces, warmth, wholesome food , very little television but lots of music, and tons of outdoor time.
In later years, when she was working and we were fending more for ourselves, a lot of that changed. However, that image overrides the later years because of the strength and goodness therein. So much of who I am comes from her early example.
My Mother-in-law, Joan Darline :
A woman full of kindness, acceptance and generosity.
I cannot tell you how much I admire her generous spirit. So often you hear stories of mothers-in-law who look down on their sons' wives, who don't accept their grandchildren or don't approve in general.
My own is wonderful. She has always accepted and embraced me and even my entire extended family. She is always ready and game to go along with whatever we are up to.
She has a wonderful adventurous spirit, is very self-sufficient and fearless.
She loves her grandchildren with all of her being and never forgets Christmases and birthdays.
My husband remembers fondly her motherly love and hands-on care he received as a child.
She helped promote that soft kindness within him. I am forever grateful for that!
My Step-Mother (AKA: T.O.M.- The Other Mother) Muriel Jean :
Another generous, accepting, wonderful lady.
She has always been there for us, helping and giving in any way that she can.
Defying the typical stereo-type of a step-mother, she embraced us all as her own and did not harbor any ill feelings for past relationships.
I have always admired that quality in her. To embrace another's children and grandchildren completely and truly. What a wonderful, Christ-like attribute.
Another avid follower of health and nutrition, advocate for the less fortunate, and student of life; she reinforces those desires to always continue learning.
(with my oldest son)
A patient listener, she gives her best advice and takes the time to listen with real interest.
Traits that are rarely found in this busy world!
There are so many other mothers that I have admired, that have contributed to my ideals of mother hood.
Too many to list and not enough pictures to show.
This is a tribute to them, as well, and to all mothers out there who are striving to be the best they can. May you all find balance in life, seek out the good and hold on to it, and know that your very presence and actions are shaping the lives of future generations.
May God bless you and yours!
Beautiful post :) I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love the playlist on your blog, especially the ABBA songs!