© jb katke
Coming soon to a home near you.
Mom: “Mother’s Day is coming soon.”
Child/me: “Again? We just had one last year. When are we gonna have a kid’s day?”
How I wish I could have Mom back. A long time ago she was promoted to her eternal home. For too many years I didn’t appreciate her. I do now.
The Good Book says there is a cloud of witnesses watching over us. That gives me hope and encouragement that she knows how I feel about her now. People always have reasons for their words and actions. I never asked about her childhood. Our conversation would be different today.
A couple times she mentioned things of the past. One from her childhood pertained to her artwork. Mom was a tremendous artist. She particularly enjoyed drawing the human body. Back in the day, they could be mistaken for promiscuous pictures. She shared her fathers’ words with me, “Just remember, there is always someone better than you.”.
If Grandpa Andrews were with me today, I would have more than a few words to rail against him. Couldn’t you see how gifted your daughter was at such a young age? Would it have been so terrible to give her some encouraging words? Encouragement wasn’t our family motto.
Note to self: Grandpa came from a different era, children were seen, not heard. Perhaps intended to be family helpers too, what value can a family gain with some pencil drawings?
In another conversation, Mom told me, not of herself, but of a friend. For reasons unbeknownst to me, this friend was out living on her own at a young age. She was intending to rent a room in a boarding house. Her boyfriend was adamant that he see this place and make some inquiries.
“When I come visit my girl, how far inside can I go?”
“Right where you are now, young man, no further than this living room.”
Thankfully, he was a guy of good character and cared for the well-being of his future wife. Men of evil desires have been around since the beginning of time. I never had given that thought.
Mom knew, that is probably why she & Dad were so protective of me. When my girls were young, that was my concern too.
What disappoints me now, is of moms’ pictures I have, she signed none of them. I would love to boast of them, and the talent she had.
As for Kids’ Day, I understand there is one now. The second Sunday in June. Here I am, all grown up. Go figure!
2 thoughts on “Mom’s Day”
Memories of mom are so profound when they are gone.
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Don’t ever forget-when people live in our heart they are never gone.
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