May 12, 2012
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~Clothed with Strength~
I wish I could hug her this Mother‘s Day.
She bathed and dressed and diapered and trained 10 babies.
She patched and laundered and altered.
The sweated behind ornery old tillers and spanked the dogs for sitting in her flowerbeds.
She could make the best soup from the stuff she brought in from the garden in her apron.
She polished and scrubbed and painted and sorted and organized.
She fed strangers at her big table and always found something to say when the conversation lagged.
She braved long trips in undependable vehicles,
Told us we could do better next time when our report cards were bad,
Made things cozy and beautiful with next to nothing,
Darned socks on winter evenings,
Gave us “the look” when we deserved it,
Dug dandelions for spring salads,
Sang funny songs from her childhood
And had time to enjoy good books.
Home was the best place to be. It was warm and clean, the food was good, you were treated without prejudice, and always there was interesting things to talk about.
She valued honesty, mercy, justice, and kindness.
She’s one of the strongest, most resourceful people I know.
And while she would be unimpressed with her picture being online,
I know she loves me anyway.
I am so blessed. Thanks, Mom–from the heart.
Comments (7)
What a sweet tribute to your Mom.Have a Blessed Mother’s day!
She’s beautiful! Happy Mother’s day to her, and to you!
Happy Mom’s Day Luci! My mom sang funny songs from her childhood too.:)
What a nice tribute to your Mother. I only know her from her younger days and always loved her for taking interest in us little girls. (Jean and me.)
this is a sweet tribute to your Mother!
she sounds lovely. what a meaningful tribute; this peek into your life and this precious person you value and love. thanks luci!
happy monday after mother’s day.
Sniffs!! And now I feel bad for not writing up a lovely tribute to my own mom. I love love love when I see other women who adore and respect their mom’s like you do yours… I think it’s rare. It seems like a lot of daughters can’t stand their moms, and I’m always so glad that mine is my best friend. Beautiful post.