Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

Our Priest printed this in the weekly bulletin, so I cannot take credit for finding it myself, but this is so beautiful that it is the simplest way to say Happy Mother's Day to my wonderful mother and all the other mother's.  May you have a very blessed and happy Mother's day!

The Most Important Person
on earth is a mother. She
cannot claim the honor of
having built Notre Dame
Cathedral. She need not. She
has built something more
magnificent than any
cathedral-a dwelling for an
immortal soul, the tiny
perfection of her baby's
body…The angels have not
 been blessed with such a
grace. They cannot share in
God's creative miracle to bring
new saints to Heaven. Only a
human mother can. Mothers
are closer to God the Creator
than any other creature; God
joins forces with mothers in
performing this act of
creation…What on God's
good earth is more glorious
than this: to be a mother?

-Joseph Cardinal Mindszenty

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Independent living

Honey told me last night that several people had complimented our children lately.  "They are so independent", he was told.  I was happy to hear this.  It is not always easy to see the big picture when you are dealing with the day to day raising of the children.  I am very proud of this compliment.  I tell the children that my job is to make them capable of handling their own lives by the time they are 18 (or leave home).  I do not expect perfection, but they should be able to make a decent meal for themselves every day for a week, drive a car safely, choose right and wrong, know how to find a plumber or a how to book on plumbing, among other things like balancing a checkbook, doing their laundry and doing their taxes.  My wish is that they will be useful citizens of this country, compassionate members of their community and loving people.  This can be achieved if they are taught to be independent.
   My mother taught me how to be independent and it is probably the best thing that I could teach my children.  They need to learn that Mommy and Daddy will not always be there to help them.  My mother never did my taxes for me.  When I was 16 and had a job, she got me the 1040 EZ form and said, "Get to work."  My job, my money earned, and now it was my responsibility.  So I sat down and figured it out. Several years later, I worked for a tax accountant during tax season and I was amazed at the number of people who PAID FOR their child's taxes to be done by an accountant.  What lesson was this teaching the child?  Not to mention the cost.  Not many teenagers need more than a 1040 EZ form, so why pay $75+ for a form the child could fill out for free in 1 hour?
  Another more memorable way that my mother taught me a life lesson, happened when I went on spring break my senior year of high school.  My friends, sister and I went to New Orleans.  We were going to visit with my older cousin and stay with him for two days.  My mother gave me a turkey to cook for him.  Yes, a WHOLE Turkey!  I looked at my mother like she had lost her mind, but took it with me anyway.  I had never cooked a whole turkey before.  My cousin said, "Uh, most mom's would have given you a package of turkey lunch meat or $20."  He was right, but what lesson would I have learned?  She taught me to bring something with me when I am a guest.  She also taught me how simple it is to cook a turkey.  So I successfully cooked that turkey for my cousin and have never had a fear of cooking one.  It is also a great story about how crazy my mother is.  I do love her very much, but seriously a turkey?!

Crazy Woman!

I went out to the grocery store tonight to get eggs and bread for tomorrow.  I realized as I was walking across the parking lot that I was STILL WEARING MY SLIPPERS!   Who am I? I was not about to turn around and go back home, but I felt like such a crazy old lady!  I realized I must be turning into my mother who would wear her slippers everywhere.  I guess it takes one to know one.  Here's to you mom,  you have now turned me into a crazy woman.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Dream a little dream

The other night our friend Father H came over to visit.  As we were sitting around chatting, we began to discuss criminals and jails.  He spends time at our local jail giving mass and helping the prisoners.  I think his mission is very important and one that can only lead to good.  These prisoners need to know that people care about them.  That somebody wants them to succeed when their sentence is finished.  This is a much more difficult task than most people think.  How many people do you know who have hired a former criminal?  I know of only one, my mother.
   My mother has this ability to see the goodness and opportunity in everyone.  This is probably one of her best qualities.  There are so many people that I have seen her give jobs to and try to help them find their path to a better life.  This includes one person who is working for her right now that has a criminal record. He is a hardworking guy that was first a tenant of hers.  He just had trouble paying his rent all the time because #1 it is not easy for an ex-con to find work and #2 he didn't know the basics of how to balance a checkbook.  This is where my mother saw someone who could help her and she could help him.  She was in need of a general handyman and a house cleaner, but couldn't give a lot of hours to either, but to a combined job she could guarantee more hours.  He was able to do both jobs and she could make sure that he could pay his rent.  In the process she has been helping him to take more control of his finances.   There was a minor risk, but ever person deserves a chance.  As I said she can always imagine the possibilities.  For being such a structured person, my mother is a dreamer.  She can look at anything and see the possibilities.  She looks at a wreck of a house and knows how to turn it into a gem, she sees a wreck of a person and sees the gem inside.  I don't know if my mother even knows this poem, but it is my favorite (I already posted it before), probably because I am like my mother.  
I am a dreamer.

Hold fast to dreams, 
For if dreams die, 
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly, 
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
--Langston Hughes