I could keep going and going, but I think I’ll end there.
Today, this day that I’m far away in Africa, is my wonderful Mom’s birthday. A birthday that she’s spending serving others, blessing her grandchildren and being the amazing, giving, sweet, godly Mom that she is.
I love you, Mom, and I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you for all you’ve done for me!
Some of my earliest memories are of being read to when I was just a little bitty thing. Snuggling in bed next to Mom, I had the prime seat where I could see the pictures. I was the youngest after all.
When I found out I was going to be a big sister, I danced around with joy. Each sibling added to the family after that upped Mom’s workload, and our family’s fun-load. I remember people asking time and time again what it was like being in a big family? How did my mom manage? Did I like it?
Being home-schooled was all I knew, but I never wanted anything else. I enjoyed the freedom of tailoring my subjects to help move me to the next level with my writing. I didn’t realize at the time how much work it added to Mom’s life. How much she gave up so that she could teach us herself.
I was still pretty young when I started gardening, raising animals, doing laundry, helping with the housework and cooking. Now that I have an abundance of little siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews, I can see that having kids “help” with the work can often add even more work to the already toppling stack, but how else do they learn? I have no clue how much extra time it took Mom to get everything done while teaching us, but I’m very grateful for all the time she spent with us early on. Plus Mom knew how to make work fun.
There’s no way I’ll ever know what all Mom had to endure while taking us kids back and forth to out-of-state specialists to treat our Lyme disease, nor all she went to in the years leading up to our diagnosis. What I do know is I’m glad she didn’t give up, even when the doctors told her to.
I didn’t realize until recently how unusual it was that our family sits down at the table twice a day for a family meal where we discuss everything from work to eyesight to family memories to dreams to green beans and seemingly everything in between. Our family is close to each other.