My mom is my hero, always has been: the person I still want to be like when I grow up. In honor of Mother’s Day, here are two things I love about her, traits I want to imitate if I ever have children of my own.
- She never scolded when I broke things. And that’s saying a lot, because I used to break quite a lot of them. My dad and my siblings used to tease me about it. Never my mom–that wasn’t her style. Once, I broke a beautiful glass dish, one that I knew was special to her. “Are you all right?” she asked. In that moment, I knew that between her dishes and her daughter, she cared most about me.
- She always took time to talk to me. That is also saying a lot, because I remember quite distinctly that the depths of my soul very often rose up to unburden itself in the moments she was busiest. Maybe she was getting ready for company; maybe she was in the middle of a massive household project. It didn’t matter. She always seemed to think my questions more important than what she was doing and took time to talk about it.
I don’t suppose my mom would like me bragging her up too much, so I’ll try not to do that. But I do remember how my dad used to say: “Mom will get the biggest reward in heaven of all of us,” and I think he’s probably right. :)
When my children first broke things I got upset. But I learned it was not nessesary. Tried to get them to help.in the cleanup of the object. Always asking God the Lord to give me strength in every situation.
That sounds wise, Elizabeth. I haven’t reached the place of being a mom yet, but if I do, I hope I can have that kind of wisdom. That’s why I wanted to share these two things I remember… for the moms like you who are in the middle of all those broken dishes and might need encouragement to look beyond.
It has been found that when you scold your children constantly when they accidentally break something or spill their milk you may be training up a young man to verbally yell at his wife Or worse when she accidentally burns the pudding or sets the oven at the wrong temp.
Makes sense, Susan. Respect begets respect.
Printing this tribute out as it holds much wisdom…. on your part as the writer and on your mother’s part as your parent. What a gift you both hold for this needy world loving, crying for love, respect, and care. Thanks for sharing these words and your gifts.
Thank you. Yes, I have been given SUCH a gift of a loved childhood.
Those are two things that are so important to children and so difficult as a mom in the middle of busy life. Iām praying for the eyes to see and the heart to feel with their needs…..especially as my nine year old is smashing things left and right š
Wow! This is pretty amazing. I think yelling at the kids constantly for breaking stuff or otherwise is just so damaging. I’m SURE its difficult not to at times. But in 10 years, will the dish matter? Probably not. But 10 years later, your kid will still remember your tone of voice and how you made them feel.
Just a word for your mom, She worked for me when at least one of my babies were born. I learned to love her like a sister. After they were married, they moved close to us and it was so nice to be able to visit and have such a dear close neighbor. Years and other things have made it that we dont see each other as much, but I still have high regard for her she is a dear friend.
beautiful pictures, beautiful family, beautiful place and a great writer :)
Patty