Sunday, May 14, 2006
Move Over, Martha...MOM
MY mom never needed to grow the cotton to make the clothes that neede
d to be mended when we ripped them. She went to JC Penneys.
MY mom didn't go to culinary arts school to learn how to make a Sacher Torte. But she could make a great batch of cookies.
MY mom didn't paint the walls of our home Robin's Egg blue. But, she did have the glossy latex white that could be wiped down when we spilled stuff all over it.
MY mom didn't have to make a graph of the layout of our house just to move the couch, but she did make US move the furniture when it was time to vacuum.
MY mom didn't have a chart on where and how to place the towels in the linen closet, or a diagram on how to fold them. But, she did have a nice set of mismatched tattered linens that looked colorful stacked at the bottom of the hall closet where we kids threw them.
MY mom's curtains didn't always match with her sofa.
MY mom's carpet didn't get changed in twenty years.
MY mom's organizational efforts were thwarted at every turn by two rough and tumble kids.
MY mom didn't have time to make sure everything in the house was perfectly ordered, cleaned, pressed and put up. She was tidy, but not overly so. She took the time to deal with our issues when they came up. She could grow a hug out of nothing and pass it on so that everyone in the room came up smiling. She knew that love was more important than stain removal. Whatever needed to be "cleaned up" would all come out in the wash. Memories were the most important part of my mother's journey as a MOM, and she created some of the most wonderful memories. She grew them in her garden, She cooked them on her stove, She stitched them on her machine, and she arranged them in her home.
God bless you, Mom. I love you!
(MY mom is the one with her tongue stuck out. The other is my blessed Aunt Jackie. Picture courtesy of Ladyofgrace.)
d to be mended when we ripped them. She went to JC Penneys.MY mom didn't go to culinary arts school to learn how to make a Sacher Torte. But she could make a great batch of cookies.
MY mom didn't paint the walls of our home Robin's Egg blue. But, she did have the glossy latex white that could be wiped down when we spilled stuff all over it.
MY mom didn't have to make a graph of the layout of our house just to move the couch, but she did make US move the furniture when it was time to vacuum.
MY mom didn't have a chart on where and how to place the towels in the linen closet, or a diagram on how to fold them. But, she did have a nice set of mismatched tattered linens that looked colorful stacked at the bottom of the hall closet where we kids threw them.
MY mom's curtains didn't always match with her sofa.
MY mom's carpet didn't get changed in twenty years.
MY mom's organizational efforts were thwarted at every turn by two rough and tumble kids.
MY mom didn't have time to make sure everything in the house was perfectly ordered, cleaned, pressed and put up. She was tidy, but not overly so. She took the time to deal with our issues when they came up. She could grow a hug out of nothing and pass it on so that everyone in the room came up smiling. She knew that love was more important than stain removal. Whatever needed to be "cleaned up" would all come out in the wash. Memories were the most important part of my mother's journey as a MOM, and she created some of the most wonderful memories. She grew them in her garden, She cooked them on her stove, She stitched them on her machine, and she arranged them in her home.
God bless you, Mom. I love you!
(MY mom is the one with her tongue stuck out. The other is my blessed Aunt Jackie. Picture courtesy of Ladyofgrace.)
