Today is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 84. I miss my mom. I got my dry sense of humor from her. As a youth, my sloppiness, lack of organization, and general lackadaisical attitude must have driven her insane. She loved me unconditionally anyway.
She once typed up a saying, had it laminated, and stuck it on my bulletin board in my room. It read:
If a task is once begun, never leave it ‘till it’s done. Be the labor great or small, do it well, or not at all.
Clearly, I needed that lesson driven into my thick stubborn skull if she went to that much trouble to help me. The fact I still remember that poem is a tribute to her efforts. These days I never leave a project to the last minute if I can help it. The boss never has to follow up on a task he has assigned me.
When my mother died, I posted a semi-eulogy here. Everything in it was true, but I didn’t explain clearly that while my mom was a perfectionist of the highest order, she possessed a tremendous capacity for love.
While I frequently disappointed her, Mom always helped me out of a tight spot.
Mom loved my kids and doted on her great-granddaughters. I’m not sure anyone grieved more when my grandson passed away.
I miss you mom. Happy Birthday.
4 comments:
What a wonderful tribute to your Mom.
Moms are wonderful people, even if her children don't appreciate her.
I highly doubt that she was ever disappointed in you.
There is no love stronger than a Mother's love. The day that I lost my Mom 32 years ago was the worst day of my life so far
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