Two years ago today my Mother passed away. Actually, I would love to forget this date, but because it is so close to Christmas, I know I will always remember it. Instead of dwelling on the hurt, I wanted to tell you who my Mother was:
Autobiography of a Great Mother
Written by a very appreciative daughter.
My parents adopted me, took me in and called me their own and never looked back. I was as much their flesh and blood as my brothers who were their natural children.
Being married to my Father, automatically introduced her into being a Social Worker for his patients. She met this challenge head on and used the situations to teach her children that life is very precious. She took her volunteer commitments as serious as if she drew a salary from it. No matter how hectic her schedule was, if you needed her she gave you the time you asked for and made you feel like nothing else was more important.
My Mother had great taste. She was not prude and knew the right amount of disclosure a garment should have to be drop-dead gorgeous without being too revealing. I trusted her and loved it when she helped me shop. She was beyond crafty. If my Mom sewed a garment, it rivaled Couture garments with French sewn seams and original details.
She was intelligent. Going back to college with me, she earned a 4.0 in her interior design courses. She managed all of our family’s finances. My Father once told me that he may have been the one to bring home the money, but the reason they had money left over was because of Mom’s good investments! She taught me that buying something I loved that was well made and valuable, was a better deal than buying something cheap – replacing it over and over again.
She was fiercely independent – and yet still a great wife and Mother. Mom took charge of anything that was placed in front of her. If disaster struck, she could think out a plan, not having to rely on anyone else. She had her own talents and used them. My Father trusted her actions and decisions without question.She was an amazing example of what a Christian woman should be, even in a time when women were not exactly looked up to. She was approachable and kind.
Mom was my best friend.