Today would have been my Mom’s 90th birthday.
She has been gone for a little over 7 years. I miss her every day.
I miss her most when I am scrubbing my back porch, aka mud room. A little strange? Maybe. She would come over and help me clean if I was having a meeting or event at my house. She always started with the mud room because it was the dirtiest room in the house and the most difficult to clean. That was just my mom. She was not afraid of hard work and she would always do the jobs that no one else wanted to do. She would bring her own bag of cleaning supplies and sometimes she would start right in on the mud room before I even knew she had arrived.
I can’t possibly remember all the things she did for me. She helped me paint the stairway to the upstairs, she helped me wallpaper, she cleaned that mud room more times than I could possibly count, she did my laundry, she made gallons of potato salad when the kids had graduation parties, she supervised birthday parties, she bought disposable diapers for all 3 of my kids and would deliver them weekly, she would go outside and pick up trash, she would sweep the sidewalks, water the flowers, play with the grandkids (but only after all the work was done) and babysit at a moment’s notice. She did windows and toilets and scrubbed floors on her hands and knees.
She had some kind of ESP when one of her kids needed her. On a dreary March day when I had returned from the doctor’s office and they were unable to find a heartbeat for the baby I was expecting, she showed up without warning. I was standing at the sink, crying, with my back to the door and she walked in and said, “What’s wrong?”
She was the disciplinarian in the family. We towed the line for her. But we never doubted her love for us. Because she proved it every day, by taking care of us, and keeping us straight. I try to be like her now that I am a grandma, but I will never quite be as selfless and hard-working as she was.
Happy Birthday Mom. Thanks for being you.