Thursday, February 24, 2011

Day 7

Blogger Photo Challenge, Day 7 . . . A photo of someone you love

Okay, in all honesty . . . anyone who knows me is aware . . . . I love alot of people.  I'm a silver-lining kind of girl, and even when I don't see eye-to-eye with someone, I still see the purpose for their presence in my life.  It takes a long, long, long time and multiple painful offenses for my silver lining to turn grey and fade away.  So, to choose ONE picture of the ONE person I would want to profess my love for . . that's tough.  I feel the need to qualify my post with the following disclaimer:  Obviously, I love my spouse.  MOTH is my everything and my life with him is more important than any other relationship that I have.  I positively adore my children.  All of them.  Every day.  I also love my dogs.  Alot.  Probably too much.  Family is also a given.  I love my mom, dad and brother.  

But the LOVE of my LOVE post is my mom.  She's testament to the power of a mothering relationship.  Without her, well, I wouldn't be here.  But, I'm speaking more figuratively.  Without her INFLUENCE, I would not be the adult that I am today.  I would not be the woman that I am today and I certainly would not be the mother that I am today.    As a younger girl, I do recall times when we didn't get along, but we still had love.  She didn't agree with things that I did.  But she still loved me.  She gave me wings and trusted me to do the right thing.  In my snotty pre-teen years, I remember her tacking up a pull out from a magazine on the freezer.  It was a picture of a big machete style knife.  It said "words can be weapons.   Let all you say each day be a reflection of who you really are and who you really aspire to be."

As a moody pre-teen, I hated that damn paper.  But now, I appreciate it more than ever, for I do believe in the power of kind words.  Words can be weapons . . .  (more in a future post).  My mom taught me to say what needs saying but to say it with a smile.  It works.  I can tell my husband his shirt doesn't match and he looks like a dork and the delivery is so keen, he wonders if I'm joking.  (Cheese!)

My mom also taught me to be a strong woman and to provide.  Though she was happily married for many years to my dad, she believed in having a back up plan.  She believed in having a career and being able to support yourself, if ever the day came.    She taught me to love deeply but to stand on my own feet.

She expected excellence from me.  She usually got it.  

Most importantly, a giant lump wells in my throat when I think, perhaps, my mom's greatest accomplishment.  Abuse is a cycle.  It trickles down from generation to generation until one mighty person is strong enough to say no.  That person changes the course of the future.  In that one moment, when the foot comes down and the no comes out, lives are changed.  My mom was that person.  She ended the cycle of abuse with her generation.  Now, as I hold my own children in my arms, as I talk with them, tell them stories and learn about who they are, I appreciate even more the strength in my mom's core to stop the cycle of abuse.  She's given me the freedom to really, really, really love and mother my babies.

I chose this picture because she looks so happy.  Grandparenting has been such a joyful adventure for my mom.  This was taken in 2004, the summer, I think.  On her lap were the grandbabies (at the time) . . . Middle, Big and my sweet niece.    She's happiest with an armload of grandbabies.  One tugging at her ear, one poking at her eye . . . she can juggle them all and tell a story at the same time . . .

Cheers, Mom . . . we raise our juice pouches to you!

1 comment:

Homestead said...

Also... how many grandmas do you know that you can call up and ask to borrow their cement mixer for the weekend??