My mother died on November 17, 2004. I think about her every day but today it seemed to me to be a good idea to write some of my thoughts about her.
Mom was brave in facing what had to be faced in home life or work or dealing with others. She told us about the time after she was married when she walked the country road to Dad’s childhood home and came face to face with a big stag. It was very daunting but she faced him and he stared back and then ran off into the woods, leaving her a little shaken but feeling good about staying calm.
Mom usually faced difficulties calmly. I remember once when we had visitors and the couple had two children, a boy and a girl. Their children went out with my brother and me into the field beyond our barbed wire fence. When we were returning home, the little boy didn’t duck under the fence correctly and a barb caught his eyelid and he bled profusely. We children were really scared. We thought his eye had been ripped out. We looked to see if his eye was in the grass under the fence but couldn’t find it. We hurried him to the house, so scared that he was blinded now. The boy’s mother lost it and was beside herself with fright when she saw her son’s bloody eye. Our mom calmly got a washcloth and carefully cleaned the wound and lo and behold, it turned out to be only a scratch on his eyelid. His eye was perfectly fine. She had taken charge of the situation and brought order out of chaos.
I wish Mom could have been a Registered Nurse. She was really good at taking care of the sick or injured and she wasn’t squeamish.
Mom had to leave her education as soon as she was old enough to withdraw from school. She was the oldest girl in a family of 6 and her mom had become an invalid and couldn’t care for the children and the housework. Mom became the little mother, though she regretted that she could not graduate from high school.
Although she didn’t have a high school diploma, Mom continued to read and study until her eyesight wouldn’t let her read any more when she was in her 80s. She felt so bad about not being able to read when her eyesight went. Reading had been such a blessing to her, –especially being able to read her Bible.
I’m glad that Mom knew how much my brother and I loved her and admired her. She was a loving and caring mother who taught us many lessons through her words and her examples.
I miss you, Mom!