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Friday, August 24, 2012

Playing in Dirt Isn't Lady Like? Who Knew?


I have loved my mom for my whole life. Probably not an uncommon statement, but I have. Quick story here. My mom and dad married young and quickly started a family. They had two sons and my mom was finished having babies. As she told it to me, my dad really wanted a girl. She said he even told her that it would be great to have a little girl to get into her makeup and clothes. She didn’t agree. Four years after their last son, she found out she was pregnant. Back then, you didn’t know what gender the baby was until it was born. Anyway, my mom was not happy. She said she didn’t want to be pregnant and didn’t want a third child. Nine months later, it was me. Whoo Hoo! My dad was over the moon, he finally had a girl. Now I was young so I don’t remember much, but I think my mom was happy too. We always joked that I was the baby she never wanted. I countered with, “doesn’t matter to me because you are stuck with me.” She agreed. 

Over the course of the years, we were the girls. I was a little rougher than most but I was still a toenail painting, doll playing girl. My mom would dress me up and most of the time I couldn’t stand it. I wanted cut-offs and a tee-shirt, just like the boys. I am sure that frustrated her because she was all girl. She knew how to dress, act and just be proper only without being stiff. Many times I would hear, “that’s not lady-like.” I never cared; I liked playing in the dirt and climbing trees.

The love between a mother and daughter is something special. Most of the time when you are growing up, that love is not appreciated. I’m not sure it is supposed to be. Kids live in the moment and moms are just the ones who take care of us and as my son says, “give the best kisses.” As teenagers, kids tend to rebel and think that their moms are outdated and don’t understand. I can recall thinking my mom just didn’t know how I felt. She did. I just didn’t realize it until later. 

My mom, dad, brother, husband and myself all sat down one day to plan her final gala. What a gift that was. We hated doing it but it was something we did as a family. She was specific. She wanted some readings done and one in particular was and is very close to my heart and I would like to share it.

When I was young you were there every day.
You were given no reward, no honor, no pay.
You were just the person who took care of me, nothing more.
You never complained, it was never a chore.
You knew what to say when I was sad.
You even knew what to do when I was bad.
You were a mom, these things you just did.
What did I know, I was only a kid.
As I look back now, I realize your goal,
You were simply molding my soul.
The things I now say and the things I now do
Are direct reflections of you.
So, I live my life in honor of you,
And I hope I make you proud…that’s all I want to do.
I’ll still make mistakes and you’ll be there to mend,
But the great part now is that you are my friend.
Copyright 2000

I wrote this for my mom on Mother’s Day 2000. 

So, if you are a daughter, or have a daughter, hug them tight. We are a special group. My daughter is one of the loves of my life. She has a special story and I am so blessed that God chose her for me. 


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