My mom as she was years ago.
I’ve been reading my mom’s letters to me, –letters she wrote in 1972. Mom and I wrote to each other often in those days. Letters were so much less expensive than phone calls. Long distance charges added up to a lot and letters were very economical. I am glad that I kept her letters and this year I am making a project of reading through my collection of them.
This morning I read, “I’m planning on making some pies for Daddy. I don’t mind it once I get started but I hate to get started.” (Mom was 59 in 1972)
How much I can identify with that statement! There are many things that I really hate to get started but once I start I don’t really mind the task after all. Why don’t I remember this, as my mom did, before I get started, when I’m just thinking how much I really don’t want to do this task today?
I really do identify with my mom this morning and I appreciate the many times she pushed herself to do the things she would rather put off. She knew that in the long run, she would end up enjoying the work, and she would be pleased with her results.
My mom often was a good example to me. Thanks, Mom!
“With God as my witness, I will never be hungry again!”
You look a LOT like her! My mother was a writer, but she was also an alcoholic, and when she was dying she destroyed all of her writings. What a shame! She was so good! a life wasted because of Alcohol!
Ah, Scarlet! I appreciate your comment. Maybe you should tell me more.