I AM BECOMING MY MOTHER

My mother loved her family and she adored our children. I loved being with her, just talking. I still miss her. She was human and did have some faults, like me!
She had a hard life. Some things happened because of the choices she made and other things happened that only God knows the reason.
She passed on some of her faults (or quirks) to me.

As a small child I can still see my mother waxing the hardwood floors on her hands and knees. As a teenager I told her the house would look cleaner if she would just put up the cleaning supplies. She was a little OCD about cleaning. Now my children don’t remember this about her because the last season of her life she gave up OCD cleaning for surviving.

She passed this OCD cleaning quirk to me. Just one example is first time Mike saw me clean a stove. He said, “I’ve never seen anyone clean a stove like that!” Now I’m not sure that was a complement, but let me just say if I can’t get to it with a cloth I will find something to get to the gunk that’s under there even though I can’t see it.

Mother had a way of looking at life while I was growing up. She was a doer. Whatever the circumstance she was actively doing something within that situation. If there were things she had no power over those were left in God’s hands and she prayed.

She passed this doer personality quirk on to me. This is not always good. Over the years I’ve learned that prayer should come first. Still I have the Holy Spirit within me and a sound mind, OK an old mind, but I know there are some things I can do while I wait on the Lord. I have my lazy days, but mostly I’m a doer.

In the last season of mother’s life she stopped everything but waiting on the Lord and reading. Her life was so hard she escaped through books. Everywhere she went she had a book. When we closed down their home we discovered boxes and boxes of books that she had read.

So now within 4 weeks of my summer I’ve read 14 BOOKS!! I have a blessed life! I can’t think of a reason I need to escape from my reality. I have a loving husband I adore. We have great children-better than I deserve. We have a precious grandbaby, good jobs, a nice home, dear friends, and I have heaven too!! So why do I need to escape? I’m not sure but those books stacked on the floor by my bed make me feel like I’m becoming my mother.

I need to get up and do something!