Sunday, November 17, 2013

Thankful for my Mother

My mother's birthday was on November 15th. She would have been 89 years old.  She went home to be with Jesus in March of 2004.  I miss her.

Pictures of my mom are on another computer, so I don't have a picture to add of her here at the moment, but I want to tell you about my Momma.

Mother and I were not a really close mother-daughter - we were very different and I was oh so stubborn. Time and life has a way of causing us to re-evaluate people and events of the past.  I wish I had taken time to ask my mother more about her life growing up and her life as a young adult - but I also think there things in her life that were difficult for her to share, with anyone.

My mother was a loving and giving person - she had so many friends. She loved God and loved serving Him where ever needed.

Mother served in the Army during WWII. I love the pictures of her in her uniform. She was so beautiful.

I think the things I remember most about my mother are her courage and bravery. My dad was a violent alcoholic and finally left the family when I was 7 years old and my brother was 5 - cleaning out the bank account in the process.  In those days it was not hip and cool to be a single mom.  You didn't air your "dirty laundry".  My mother worked her butt off to keep a roof over our heads. I know she did without a lot of things herself so that my brother and I had what we needed. My mother never complained and she never said a bad word about my dad, who also, didn't pay child support. Jimmy and I always had food and clothes and a nice Christmas. All I know, is that it was peaceful after my dad left.

When my brother and I were 13 and 11, we went to visit my Dad in Texas. He was remarried and mother said he was okay and not drinking. I can't imagine what she felt putting my brother and I on a plane that summer day.  I couldn't have done it.  Yet, she let us go visit him.  She was brave for sure.

Mother always took us to church - I know it was her faith and relationship with Jesus that got her through all those tough times. When I was in my 20's I decided church didn't have anything relevant to offer and I quit going. My mom, never pushed, but always let me know, God would always be there waiting for me to come back - and 30 years later - I realize how right she was.  So thankful for her prayers and that she was right - God is always ready to welcome us.

When my brother was killed in a car crash, I went to identify his body.  I didn't want mother to remember Jimmy that way.  It was the hardest thing I think I've done.  I cried the entire way to my mother's house and stopped before I went in.  I never let her see me cry - I felt it was my turn to be strong for her.

When her cancer came back - I was with her every step of the way. I knew what she wanted. I knew how she lived and how she wanted to die. I honored her wishes. Thankfully, the cancer took her quickly and she didn't suffer for long.  I was with her when she left this world and walked with Jesus through Heaven's gates. It is a privilege and honor to spend a person's last minutes on earth with them. 

She was brave and courageous for my brother and I when we were little and I was determined to be brave and courageous for her when she needed me.

Today, as I watch my son, Rick, become an amazing worship leader at church, I know how proud she is of him. I know she is worshiping with us on Sunday mornings. 

I wouldn't be the person I am today, without the love and guidance from my mother. I love her and I miss her. But I know I'll see her again one day.


Anonymous said...

I loved your mom

jimbobboy said...

Beautifully written Donna. I wish I had known your Mom. Nice tribute.