April 27, 2011
I called my mom on Easter weekend just to chat and see how everyone was doing and I was told she wasn’t home….she was working on a project on the property.
So I went about my day and kind of forgot that I had called her. Later the phone rang and it was her calling me back. We talked for a bit and I asked her what it was she was doing when I called earlier.
Guess what my 74 year old mother said she was doing……..cutting brush and burning it!! Really?? Really?? You’re the one doing this?? Seriously??
Ok so I get that she wants to keep busy, much like her mom did, they do what they want, when they want….she said this will make it much easier when it comes time to mow this summer….
The amazing thing about this was that she couldn’t believe she was so tired after doing that, she actually had to sit down and rest when she was carrying her tools back to the car….go figure…she’s surprised that she can’t keep up the same pace as she did when she was younger.
If only I was as ambitious as my mom is….. gotta love my mom! 🙂
July 27, 2011
I don’t think my mom will ever get old……
I phoned my mom last night since it had been a while since we talked. We discussed all kinds of things, like how the family reunion went, what everyone there is up to right now….etc., etc., etc., then we talked about what she has been up to lately………
She has been “raking rocks”!! ….. Apparently there was a problem with the septic system so now there are rocks to be raked…..so why not get out there and rake some rocks, if it’s gotta be done it’s gotta be done.
I don’t want to rake rocks right now at my age….I’m pretty sure at her age I will not suddenly want to start.
I have to say though, I can’t even imagine my mom not doing some sort of outside physical labour…..mowing grass, cutting brush, gardening, digging trenches in the spring for the water to run away from the road (only my siblings will understand what I mean by that last one). My mom never ceases to amaze me!!
Way to keep busy Mom!…..but take it a bit easy ok!?!
September 26, 2011
When I am up and out the door before 6:00am to walk the dogs, it can be a very quiet and peaceful time (not always)….but this morning was. The dogs aren’t really great conversationalist, and if I am walking along, talking to the dogs and someone does happen to notice us having a conversation, they may find that a little disturbing to say the least……so if the walk is going well I tend to get caught up in my own thoughts. Never sure where those thoughts might take me…..I can seem to be a bit random sometimes…..just ask my husband and my kids, they will certainly vouch for that. (My thought process always follows a pattern in my head, but sometimes the thoughts that I blurt out seem to come from nowhere to those around me). 🙂
This morning I got thinking about all of the people I know who claim to hate their Mother. These people actually use the word “hate” when describing their relationship with their Mom. I’m lucky that I can’t imagine how awful your mom must have been or may still be to you to describe how you feel about her in that way. These people say they don’t call their mom because, “She doesn’t call me, so why should I call her?”, or “I have better things to do than to call my mom, if she wants to talk to me she can call me.” I live a fair distance away from my mom and don’t get to see her very often. I don’t even call her as often as I think I should because I get busy, but I certainly don’t ever not call her because she hasn’t called me.
My mom was fairly strict with me and my siblings when we were growing up compared to some of my friends moms. I would say she took her parenting role very seriously. Growing up there were lots of times that I didn’t necessarily “like” my mom for making me do chores…..such as baking on Saturday mornings, making my bed, doing the dishes, vacuuming, folding laundry and all sorts of other things that I still don’t like to do…..or for not letting me do things I wanted to do…..like hanging out with my friends, talking on the phone forever, leaving the school property at lunch time, etc., etc. Every kid wants to be able to do whatever they want to do, whenever they want to do it, mine certainly do. However I don’t ever recall “hating” my mom.
My mom was always my parent….not my friend. I had friends, I didn’t need my mom to be my friend, I needed her to be my parent…..to say no when it was easier to say yes. That doesn’t mean we didn’t do “friend” things, we did. We went on shopping trips and visits together, we laughed and we cried together, and sometimes we laughed so hard….(at things others would not even find remotely funny)……that it seemed like we were crying. We have had struggles and conflicts, good times and bad times, but the good out weigh the bad a million times over in my memories.
Today, as an adult and as a mom myself, I do think of my mom as my friend. She has stood by me for 48 (almost 49) years. Through every good and bad choice I have ever made, every mistake I have ever made….of which there have been many…..she has been there for me. I know my mom has been disappointed by many of my choices over the course of my life, because as a mom we always want our kids to make “smart” choices, but whenever I needed (or still need) my mom, she is there for me.
Every time I hear someone say how much they hate their mom I thank God that in the “Mom Lottery”, I got the best mom a kid could ever have. I’m sure I take my mom for granted sometimes, even though I don’t mean to, but I can’t imagine what my life might be like today if it hadn’t been for her love and guidance when I needed it the most…..everyday!! 🙂
Thanks Mom….I love you!!!