My Mother

I need to go to bed, but I have Mom on my mind. Can’t imagine why since it’s Mother’s Day. It’s been almost 12 years since Angels escorted her home. In one aspect, it doesn’t seem all that long ago. In another, it seems like forever.

Mom was always very pragmatic about life. This included her journey toward death. She taught me so much by example…words weren’t needed. But when she said she’d do something, she always kept that word. It never crossed our minds that she might be bluffing, which she did a time or two. Hey, it wasn’t easy to stay ahead of the four of us, especially my oldest brother. Now me? I was an perfect little angel by comparison. {snort}

Mom was loving, honest, fair, giving, hard working, seldom complained about anything, a strict disciplinarian and a wonderful parent. No matter what was going on, she and Dad made time for us kids and any school functions we were involved with. If we got in trouble at school, we were also in trouble at home. In other words, they taught us right from wrong and never wavered.

Life wasn’t easy for her. Her strength in holding the family together when Dad had been hurt and in the hospital for weeks at a time gave me new insight into Mom’s character. She did what she had to do to keep us going. Kinda reminiscent of the women pioneers, you could say.

Thank you for taking the time and energy to mold your children into the responsible adults we became. I miss you, Mom. Each and every day.

That morning back in 2001, I saw the ripple across the starry sky as the Angels led you Home. I wish I’d been there when you finally let go of the pain, let go of those of us who had been holding your spirit here, and took your final breath. Thank you for letting me know the next morning you were okay…that you were Home.

Thank you for showing me The Light.

 

 

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About Linda Trout

I'm a retired accountant who loves a little space around me. What better way to think of new story ideas than under a tall tree, birds chirping, gofers digging, dogs barking, and cats demanding to be in your lap? When I'm totally bored, I climb on my Harley and go for a ride. That'll blow the cobwebs out of your brain.
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2 Responses to My Mother

  1. Meg says:

    What a beautiful tribute to your mother. You are a strong woman too!

    • Linda Trout says:

      Thank you, Meg. I firmly believe we are who our parents ‘help’ us to be. Sometimes when I’m feeling weak, I think of Mom and it gives me new direction and strength.

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