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A Tribute to My Mom
"One day you’ll understand…"
More often than not when we realized the full extent of our mother’s strivings and sacrifices on our behalf, we find it’s too late to say "thank you," or "you were right, mom", because she has passed on out of the picture of our present lives and surroundings.
One statement always voiced by mom and dad alike was "one day you’ll understand…"
I got to the point where I could mouth it as they were saying it. It was one of those ‘parent/son’ moments. I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing, or at least was about to. You remember, you felt that strong hand on your shoulder or worse that sharp pain, usually were you sat down. Most people who were children growing up in the 50’s & 60’s know just what I mean. Times were tough for us ‘youngsters’, wanting to establish ourselves into the family at such an early age.
My dad had died while I was just seventeen. My sister was married with children and my two older brothers were off in the military. It was just my mom and me. I grew very close to her during those hard times. I remember she prayed a lot, and not just for me, but even those that had moved on with their lives, my sister and my brothers. I watched her deny herself many times so I would have something. We worked hard and grew together sharing those times most often alone. I learn to sew my own torn shirt, even how to replace a button. Mom even showed me how to crochet, the whole time instilling in me a deep faith and appreciation for things that I couldn’t even see right then, but someday would…
Our parents sacrificed for us kids...
A few years later I finished high school and wanted to go to college. Something no one else in the family had a chance to do. It would be hard on the small pension she drew after dad died and the small income she made as a lunchroom helper at a local elementary school. We had another parent/son talk and I was told, "I don’t know how we’ll do it, maybe God will provide…"
Even though times were hard and I remember watching my mom count out change to pay bills, somehow we got through. We did eat a lot of ‘beans & baloney’ I recall. Mom would say she wasn’t hungry sometimes so I would have more to eat, and often later I would see her eating crackers & milk.
I stayed at home with mom until I was twenty-four, then joined the US Air Force and was finally on my own…, but not really. Even though I soon married and started my own family and after separation from the military, moved back close to mom and the ole home place.I still saw a need to be close by and check-in on mom; she was getting up in age. I still would mow for her and do any odd jobs around that she would find for me to do.
Mom’s children were her life. She never ceased to pray for us even though we still messed up at times. All us kids could always count on mom.
She touched the lives of all she met...
In 1999, two days after my 56th birthday and five days before Mother’s Day that year, that dear saint they we most affectionately known as mom, died. It was just a few months before her 92nd birthday. She had a beautiful funeral, many flowers, friends and all the remaining family came by. No one needed to worry about mom any more. Her life was her testimony. Her God and her children were the most important things in all her life. Mom had at last succeeded by being the best of mothers to her children. Her family was now all grown and finally out on their own.
Thanks again mom, for all you did for us; the many prayers and the sacrifices and yes, I think now we finally understand what you meant...
Peggy, Jimmy, Jack & Sammy
© 2010 SamSonS