June 26, 1937 - Feb. 8, 2008
Mom often told me the details of the day of my birth -- not how many hours she was in labor or how bad the pain was or whether or not drugs were administered. But I heard often how it was the coldest day on record -- temperatures dipping to well-below zero. How even though I was a big baby -- weighing in at 8 pounds, 10 ounces and bigger than my three older brothers -- the doctors and nurses couldn't get my temperature up, and I was placed in an incubator. I wonder now if this is the reason I feel cold all the time.It never occurred to me that my birth may have been difficult for my mom or that her pregnancy was anything but easy. I don't know if it ever occurred to her. It wasn't like her to complain or to speak of her children as burdens. I believe we were a source of pride. But she was never one to brag, not about her kids, not about herself. She was self-deprecating, to a fault. But she was talented -- she knit, she sewed, she made the most amazing cakes that were like works of art. At the age of 70, she was learning to use a computer.
I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I can only hope that when I become a mom, I do as good a job as she did.
reposted from Rambling Pam, Thursday, April 24, 2008
What a wonderful mother you had. And I have no doubt with a role model like that, you're going to be just as wonderful!
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Your mom was indeed talented, and I'm honored to be the owner of one of the many lovely bookmarks she made. I think of her often when using it. You're well on your way to being as talented -- and memorable -- as her. It's sweet to see the warm place she keeps in your heart.
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