When I was asked by Sears to write about what I love about my mom in celebration of Mother’s Day, I knew immediately that I couldn’t answer that question without also telling you about my mom’s mom, my Gramma.
My Gramma’s name was Fran. I never heard her raise her voice. She smelled like baking and fresh air and she kept books and games for us in her spare room. She read to me and taught me how to bake and one particular summer, attempted to teach me how to sew. She and I made a nightgown together, my one and only sewing accomplishment! She seemed to have endless patience and she was the one who told me about Jesus, that year that she lived with us while she was battling breast cancer.
I was 7 and I moved into my brother’s room so that she could have mine. I would stop in to visit her the days she was in bed, playing Go Fish and having her teach me my multiplication tables with flash cards. She never questioned why she was sick and I never heard her complain. In that bedroom when it was just her and I, she would tell me about Jesus and his love for me. She fought hard against the cancer and she won that first round but six years later, the cancer returned and she went to be with the Jesus she loved so much.
You see, I can’t tell you about why I love my mom without telling you about the person that she got so many of her wonderful traits from. While my mom might not have known how to sew and her baking wasn’t prize winning like my Gramma’s, she got her same sweetness and gentleness.
My mom was the kind of mom that did things with us and for us when we were kids; getting down on the floor to play with us, making homemade playdough, decorating our birthday cakes into the wee hours of the morning, getting together with the other neighbourhood moms to plan elaborate parties and carnivals for us, rescuing Care Bears dropped down shafts, doing crafts with us, and teaching aerobics classes to students at my school during lunch hour (I distinctly remember one of the songs being “Let’s Get Physical” by Olivia Newton John!).
She made a birthday party for my Cabbage Patch Dolls and invited all the little girls from the neighbourhood, decorating a Cabbage Patch cake and having activities for us. My mom was a Pinterest mom decades before there was a Pinterest!
Every day when I would come home from school, I would look up and see her in the dining room window, waiting with a snack for my brother and I. Often, that snack would be shaped like something kid-friendly.
My mom listened and still listens. I tend to talk a lot, so she sure got a lot of practise with that one! She has been there to support me through everything, even when she didn’t necessarily agree with some of my unconventional decisions. I always know that no matter what, my mom will be in my corner. She is also a wonderful Gramma to my 7 kids and 2 nephews.
When my oldest daughter turned 6, she chose a Strawberry Shortcake themed birthday party, which was exactly the same theme as I had for my 6th birthday and I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning decorating her Strawberry Shortcake cake, which looked very similar to the one that my mom had decorated for me! I make homemade playdough and do crafts and plan parties for the kids just for the fun of it. I listen and I make snacks in the shape of animals and aliens. I read to them and sing songs with them and all of it, I learned from my mom. I haven’t had the opportunity to rescue a Care Bear yet, but I would, and thanks to my mom and the ladies in our old neighbourhood, I have the skills to know how to!
I love my mom because she shaped me into the mother I am and that is hopefully shaping my daughters into the mothers that they will be. From my Gramma to my mom, from my mom to me, from me to three more future moms!
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! I love you.