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Showing posts with label Mothers' Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothers' Day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2013

If You Can Read This, Thank Your Teacher: Mom!

Ever seen that slightly different message on a bumper sticker? It says "thank a teacher" without the "Mom."

But who are the first teachers, the primary teachers?

Moms and dads, especially stay-at-home moms who teach their children everything from how to play patty-cake, to saying their first words, to making the Sign of the Cross, to counting and learning colors, to brushing their teeth and putting their shoes on the right feet. And for teaching the virtues: honesty, modesty, kindness, prudence, etc.

Yup, moms are the best! Thanks to my mom today and every day! I'm praying for you today, Mom, in thanksgiving for life and all the joys and sorrows that go with it.

Some special memories crowd in today so I'll list some things I'm thankful for:

  • that beautiful pink organdy graduation dress you made me for eighth grade. I was still wearing it in college!
  •  for porcupine balls made in the pressure cooker (one of my favorite dinners) and all those endless meals you cooked and served for our large family, 
  • for all the 6:30 a.m. morning Masses together at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, 
  • for cookie-baking and sewing lessons - I still remember that vest I made for my first project,
  • for teaching me how to make a bed with hospital corners,
  • for your cheerful disposition that continues to be reflected in all your children,
  • for your impeccable English that helped us all score well on the verbal SATs by just picking the choices that "sounded right,"
  • for all those years of faithful service to your family of twelve -- especially our dinners together every night -- they were the "Eucharist" of our family's "domestic church." 
Your legacy continues to bless us into the next generation.

Happy Mother's Day!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

To My Imperfect Mom on Mother's Day

I came across an article today celebrating the imperfect mother. Wow! Did that resonate with me. If you think you are the perfect mom, just ask your kids. They will clue you in pronto on all the ways you failed and how you messed them up. And, of course, they are not going to make all those dastardly mistakes with their own kids. (Heh-heh, just wait.)

I remember blaming my own mom. Hey, I became an adult in the 60s when it was mandatory to find somebody to blame for everything you didn't like about yourself. We were all victims of bad toilet training, or being forced to eat our carrots, etc. But then the lightbulb (finally) went on. You become an adult when you start taking accountability for yourself and stop blaming other people for your flaws. Why did it take so long for that reality to penetrate my thick skull? I guess I'm a slow learner.

Most parents are doing the best they can with the resources they have at the moment, their "lousy best" as my sister often says. Their parents weren't perfect either, after all. My mom raised ten kids amid constant change with no extended family around to help. Daddy was in the Navy and we packed up every three to four years to move to a new house in a new place -- sort of like the Mad Hatter's tea party on speed. Some kids keep milestones like what they did on such-and-such a birthday. I measure my life by the name of my street, the layout of the house, and the school of the year. At the time it seemed an adventure; in retrospect I wouldn't have wanted to rear my own children on the fly.