My Mother

I’ve been thinking about my mom and the kind of woman she was. I want to be like her. Let me share with you what she was like.

My mom was a very kind person, one who would give the shirt off her back to a stranger. I don’t think she had a selfish bone in her body and was always ready and willing to give whatever was needed by anyone. I remember a little boy in our neighborhood who was about 5 years old and his mom would lock him outside in the morning and he had no way of getting back in for food or to use the bathroom or anything. My mom took him in every day and made sure he was fed, clean, and all of his needs were taken care of. I was a teenager then and I saw how my mom cared for those she didn’t even know. In today’s lifestyles we would be calling social services on the mom but my mom took care of this boy and made sure he was safe and she talked to his mom, doing her own social services kind of work. How many of us would be willing to make that sacrifice today?

My mom was also a very spiritual person. She read her Bible every day and she lived a Christian life. She held Bible studies with us, her children, as well as with those who wanted to know more about the Bible. She was a dedicated Christian.

That was not all my mom did that makes me want to emulate her. She had a good sense of humor and her laughter was heard all through the neighborhood. My mom loved board games and every free moment (between chores, whatever) she would play a game with us. She especially like Yahtzee and when she got a Yahtzee every one would know. She got so excited about it. One of her other favorite games was Cribbage and we would play it while eating an informal dinner (when Dad was at work). Those were the good ol’ days.

My mom really wasn’t a very good dinner type of cook, but she made the best desserts. She taught me how to make my Grandma’s secret fudge and to this day I make that fudge for special occasions, or even when I just want some fudge. (That sounds good, think I’ll make some today.) My mom could make a mean pie or cake. When she made pie she would always use the leftover crust and make little jelly filled turnovers for us kids. She would always involve us kids in her baking projects. We would get all flour covered and sticky but that was the fun part of baking….just being with her in the kitchen was reward enough for most of us. Those are the things I remember most about her baking.

My mom has gone on to a better place and has been gone for over 5 years now, but I feel her with me every day. I want to make her proud and be just like her.