Tomorrow, December 29, marks 13 years since my mom has past away. I have very fond memories of my mom. They range from lessons learned from her to talking with her and to being silly with her.
She was one of the easiest people I could talk with; I knew I could go to her about any frustration, concern, or whatever and be my genuine self. She allowed me to be who I am and not who I thought or who everyone else thought I should be.
My mom taught me a lot of things, even if she didn’t know that I was watching or listening. I remember watching her cook a variety of different things like spaghetti, homemade pizza (from a pizza kit of course), taco meat, etc. Although I didn’t specifically pay attention to the recipes she used, I remember watching her so I could remember how to do it for myself when I got older. I remember being in 4-H and having different sewing projects to finish by fair time. Each year I absolutely loathed sewing the outfits, and every year my mom and I would have a yelling match about getting my fingers too close to the needle on the sewing machine. A frequent comment from my mom would be, “If you sew your fingers together, I won’t feel sorry for you!!” This was all after the banter back and forth of whether or not I would be fine or not. I do, in fact, have all of my fingers intact, and I am frequently reminded of her yelling at me to keep my fingers away from the needle when I sew today.
In reflecting back, my mom taught me the importance of appreciating a variety of things in life like music, nature, sports, and creativity. Growing up, my mom had been a part of the band and choir through school while my dad had played sports. Thankfully, both of them came together and allowed my sisters and me the opportunities to experience and appreciate both aspects.
Two things I remember the most about my mom are her smile and her love for people. Her smile would light up a room when she came in. She, often, put others before herself; she was the caretaker of the family. She really was the glue that held our family together a lot of times (not that I had or have a horrible family). She, genuinely, cared about people. My mom frequently helped out the local food bank run in the church we attended at the time. She would take families meals if they had a loved one pass away, or she would send cards letting them know she was thinking of them and praying for them. My mom truly showed and taught me how to be self-less and caring, and unfortunately, I often fail now as an adult.
To continue my mom’s legacy, my hope and prayers for the next year is that I display my desire to serve and help others on a more regular basis than I have this year.