Dear Mom,
Now that I am 56 years old, I thought it was time to confess
a few things that you probably don’t know about me. (OR maybe you do, as I know you had one of
those surgeries that put eyes in the back of your head, and had one of those
bionic ear implants that lets you hear me~even when miles away.)
When I was born, you made me feel as if I was a treasure,
more precious than any jewel found on earth.
Then, you had to go and have another child, Tom. Then, Pam.
And then, Karen. You had all
these children before I was even 5, and the attention I used to receive was
officially diverted. I am not sure, but
that may be why I secretly tortured my siblings using my “first-born,” “I am in
charge” card. I suppose I should
apologize to each of them, but I think they were able to learn keen survival
skills that have helped them to be successful in life. (They can thank me later!) Back to the matter at hand… Although the attention may have seemed to be
diverted (I actually do not know HOW you chased 4 little ones under five), you
found time to make me cute little dresses, shower me with lots of hugs and
kisses, tried many ways to style my wild curly hair, read to me, and the list
goes on and on. I learned at that very
young age, a mother’s love is infinite.
You taught me how loving your child has no bounds and how a mother can
love each of her children so completely.
Thank you Mom for teaching me this great principle by your beautiful example.
Yep, that was me! |
Their pride and joy...me :) |
Our days in Hawaii <3 |
A few years later, you had another child, Scott. And then another, Jeff. I know how happy Tom was to have some more
boys in the family. But now SIX
children, really??? I was eight when you
had Scott and 10 when you had Jeff. What
did this mean for me now? Well, I will
tell you. You taught me how to change
diapers and I confess that as an 8 and 10 year old, this was NOT on my bucket
list of important things to do or to learn.
But there I was, at those ages, changing poopy pants with cloth diapers
nonetheless. I was also given
responsibilities (a.k.a.~chores) around the house. I had to make my bed (e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y!),
clean the bathroom, pull weeds, wash and dry the dishes, on
occasion make dinner, and other to-do things on an “as needed” basis. Mom, did you realize that was a LOT to expect
from someone so young??? And then, you
enforced a “white-glove” examination of my work. The pressure was intense to be sure! However, you taught me how working together
as a family is important. You taught me
to have a “work ethic” and to take pride in my work. You taught me that you could not accomplish
everything alone, and that as a family, we could accomplish everything
together. Thank you Mom for teaching me
how a family can lovingly work together. PS~I am EVER grateful for disposable diapers and wipes; I am a boss at changing diapers now!
Because you had six children now, Dad’s military salary was
such that you had to go to work to help support the family. We were given a $25 back-to-school clothing
allowance and if we wanted anything extra, we had to go out and earn the money
to pay for it. You were ever the
seamstress and even made me some clothes for school. You had extremely strict rules about what we
could and “absolutely could not” wear to school. Now, I am going to remind you that jeans were
the in-thing to wear, with long hair, peace signs, and kaleidoscope color
clothing. However, this type of clothing
was forbidden to wear in our home. I had to
wear dresses…e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y!!! Frilly
dresses, with lace and ruffles. Everyday! When the dress codes at school changed, you
finally allowed me to wear “pant suits.”
Pant suits that you made…ummm…red, white, and blue double knit polyester
pant suits to be exact. While you were
so excited to make these and have me wear them to school, I was dreading the
humiliation I was going to be facing.
You gave me no other choice, Mom.
I had to buy some jeans with my babysitting money and hide them in my
locker at school. Lockers were wide back
then and I had a pretty good wardrobe in it.
I could leave home wearing things that made you smile. I would then get to school and change into
what would make me smile. It really was
a win/win situation. Until, of course,
you discovered my secret. You were
“disappointed” in me. That word truly is
worse than a spanking or restriction could ever be. But, you taught me to own my decisions and
choices and the consequences, be it good or bad, from them. You taught me honesty and that your personal
integrity means everything. Thank you
Mom for helping to build my character.
This one is not SO bad, but I usually looked like I would beat you to a pulp! |
Our family about 2 years after joining our church... oh.the.styles.we.wore! |
I love you more than the stars in the sky.
Your absolute favorite child (siblings of mine, she can't help it~I was her firstborn ;) )
Wendy
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