The never ending, always expanding, role of mothering

There was something about the role of mothering that came natural to me. It started, perhaps, as granny mothered me in times I only know through photographs. Mama was in seminary where they couldn’t take their kids in those days. Daddy was pastoring a church while mama finished so granny filled the gap and so began a relationship that would keep us connected for long enough for her to see...

M is for memories

She is okay. We are still being tossed about in the waves of a grief that is going on 7 years now. Mama is as okay as anyone with Alzheimer’s dementia can be. She is being cared for. She lives in a safe place meaning the doors have alarms so no one can wander outside without alerting staff. She is clean because staff sees to her well-being. She is visited...

I'll Remember For You

This is my third, or maybe 5th, attempt to write something about Mother’s Day. I’ve started from this way and that and clicked “move to trash” every single time. No fluff or sweet stories. No whining about the dementia or trips down memory lane. Just words she can’t read and wouldn’t understand but the heart wants to shout to whoever is reading: Thank you Mama! Thank you for not being...

The best Mother’s Day

Remember asking your mom what she wanted for Mother’s Day and she might answer something like, “Just for you to be home” or some other answer that we ignored or didn’t believe. It sounded trite or a pat “Mom-answer”. I’ve had many men lament to me about not being able to get their mom what they’d like for Mother’s Day. I have given them the standard “Mom-answer” because we mom’s...

Mother’s Day without Hallmark

We were taking our 2:00 p.m. mile walk, just the two of us this time. She’s the inspiration behind this walk and the encourager that gets me from behind my desk and out the door. In a few weeks the humidity will be thick but she’ll be ready for the walk anyway. Since we didn’t have company on this walk She talked more openly about some struggles with those she...

May {my double-header}

My birthday is just far enough from Mother’s Day for the two to never be on the same day. (Like our daughter’s birthday and Thanksgiving.) So I call it my double-header. This Sunday is my birthday. Cinco de Mayo. You’d think that would make it easier for people to remember but I don’t have the marketing of restaurants nor do I offer two-for-one margaritas. Honestly, I’ve never quite known how...

Lessons Learned

Women have been great teachers in my life. Granny, mama, my first two teachers. My sixth grade teacher stands out in my mind as a woman that loved God and loved her students. So many others who have no idea they’ve shared a lesson with me. Are still sharing…yes, you blogger-women! Did you hear some of these at your house? Don’t run in the house. (Apparently brothers don’t comprehend this...