Twenty-six years ago today Heaven opened it’s gates to my Mother. She was a woman who gave so much to her 10 children, and to her over 50 grandchildren, her great-grandchildren and her great-great grandchildren.
She didn’t know the meaning of ‘to give up’. She never did give up on any of us, no matter the circumstances.
She was solely responsible for raising us, because my father relinquished the duties of being a father. I suppose he should receive some credit for helping financially the family, although even that was sometimes neglected. I don’t want to make this about him however and his failings, but instead about my mother.
She was 16 when she gave birth to my oldest sister, H and during the next 25 years had 9 more, me being the last. During that time she had also had 2 other children that died immediately after birth.
Since my father was no longer in the home when I was born, it was my mother who I looked to for all my needs as I grew up. I observed and learned from this woman of God. Her strength, perseverance, patience, kindness, love and character. I think most of all her selflessness and always putting and thinking of others’ needs above her own. She was always available to any of us when we were in need, whether we were 5 years old or 35 years old. When any of us had our babies she was there to offer help in any way that was needed.
She had to work at two jobs for many years when we were younger. One job in an office during the day, and then often going to her second job as a coat checker at a major hotel in the city we lived in. One night when she came home, likely around 1 or 2 am in the morning she found my brother’s and my two goldfish floating in the small fishbowl they were in. She realized that they were important to us, and proceeded to change the water and then stir it until the fish were revived. Then and only then did she go to bed, to be up at 6 am the next morning for work. This likely seems so silly to many, but my brother and I didn’t think so. Those two little fish lived for over 10 years, and were the only ‘pets’ we had.
She struggled financially as even with two jobs, it was difficult and women didn’t make as much as men did. One time when I came home for lunch one day, I noticed all of our furniture and belongings on the front lawn, even our fish. The landlord had bailiffs enter the home and just put everything outside. I won’t go into it all, but my mother had to find a place to live, which she did that very day.
That’s just a glimpse into the ‘lady’ who was my mother. There is so much more but today I am remembering her and wanted to recognize what an important person she was to me and to so many others.
When it’s my time, I will be reunited with her as I know where she is…. ‘with God’.