"Gay, if I had known you were going to put THAT photo on your blog, I would have fixed my hair!" or "I look so OLD", Old? I ask myself, No mom, a work of art.
In that face I see a wonderful tapestry of a life lived to it's fullest - I see sunshine, rain falling, a breaking heart, a lifetime overflowing with memories of young and grown children. A grandmother to 6 grandchildren, almost 7 great grandchildren.
A loving, caring soul, involved in a multitude of things, a young mind. A tapestry I have the priviledge of being woven into and have known for 58 years. Unstoppable love for her children, she has passed on her wisdom and values to me, in turn I have passed them onto my children and they have passed them onto their children. This wise soul has helped shaped 3 generations of descendants. She has a brain full of information, even, in her own words "useless information!" (not so useless at times). I would love to pick that brain and find out what it was like for her to be a 6 year old girl at the outbreak of World War 2.
I wish I had appreciated her more. My understanding of what she as a mother was up against, what she feared for her children, only came to me years later when I became a mother. I am still learning to understand as she has a 19 year start on me! I never realised what a strong person she was until after the fact, there was nothing she could not fix.
When I was 5 months pregnant with my first child, now the mother of 2 young daughters herself, I clearly remember mom studying me for a long time, then with sternnes in her voice said "If you do not give that baby a proper routine, I shall take it away from you" In mom's eyes I suppose I was a child havining a child! I only understood how she felt many years later when that same baby had her first baby! I wondered if she would know what to do with it, what it would need and if they would have the stamina for all that would be asked of her as a mom.
Well, God in his wisdom has instilled a wonderful instinct in girl babies which lies dormant and kicks in wonderfully when they need it!
So mom, my beautiful work of art, I have printed, at the top, a lovely photo of you taken some years ago, your hair is just fine and you glow!
Beauty truly is on the inside, outer beauty is but a fleeting thing, but within, the mind, the heart and the soul, thats what counts!
1 comment:
What a lovely post mom, had to laugh about gran and the routine! And I think I have manged to listen to that instinct that kicked in - love you. Shirl
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