There’s a ton of lessons we learn as children that mean nothing to us until we grow up and have children ourselves. Then we see the impact of our labors, perseverance, courage and choices.
We go through crap in life and hardships get throttled at us from all sides, and we wonder where in the world is God at, and why can’t mom save me?! But we carry on, and whatever perseverance we saw growing up keeps us going every day now that we are grown into our careers, child raising and marriages ourselves.
I am writing this for you, mom. Because every single thing we went through always revolved around long talks, prayer, laughter then coffee. There were lessons in it all.
I am glad you raised us kids in Florida. (I’m gladder now that I am back ha ha). But it must have been hard on you raising us kids. I got picked on every day at school. I wanted to quit. But every day, you and dad would pull me aside and tell me that bullies have a problem with themselves, and to pray for them.
You taught me to not give up. You taught me to look deeper at people, and empathy. Every thing I learned as a child in torment equipped me for what I do for a living today to help others. Thanks mom.
Hey mom, remember that time after you and dad moved us kids to the middle of nowhere in Eastern Kentucky? We got almost two feet of snow that first winter. Your Floridian kids were totally culture shocked. We learned to chop firewood, hike in snow and drive in bad weather. It taught us endurance.
We graduated Cosmetology school at the top of our class didn’t we mom? People said we wouldn’t make it. We often studied together, laughed over the material, and had coffee. Years later, and we can still cut hair. It taught us to be resourceful.
I went through a painful divorce, and you and dad were there for me. You stepped in to help my children, it was hard at times. Dad got sick, and almost died. But he made it. The kids saw a lot, but learned the power of prayer, laughter, cuddles and bedtime stories. I found a job and worked my tail off trying to support the family, and you watched my kids and cared for an ill husband. It taught me compassion, and the value of hard work.
When it snowed or rained we gathered around the table. You taught us the value of fellowship. All alone, isolated in the middle of nowhere, and yet…we were full. Looking back now, those years taught me patience. I learned to know myself for the first time in my life. I learned the power of prayer.
You watched all three of your children go through hard times and transitions. Life altering hardships that made us all make the hard choices. That must have been hard on you. But every time, you prayed for us, and we had coffee.
We went through a lot in Kentucky, didn’t we? But every time there was a hardship, there was also fellowship. There were jokes and laughter. Then there was coffee.
It’s hard being a mom, isn’t it? I know you wouldn’t trade it for anything. I know you would have made some different choices, but all mothers think that at times in their lives. That doesn’t make us bad mothers or less important, it just means a mother is human.
And now I am a mother. And I have had to do like you have. To let go. To pray. To persevere and learn from my choices. To make the hard decisions. But everything I have done or experienced in life brings me back to lessons I learned from you, and coffee.
Thank you mom.