As I grew into maturity, I often wondered why my mother had the idea that she wanted twelve children. Actually, she had only ten – seven girls and three boys. I cannot recall ever seeing her really mad; I now realize that she must have had “the patience of Job”.
Home was always well-organized, but some might call it “chaotic”. Mother played the piano, as well as two of us girls; one of my sisters played the violin, I played the cello, and one of my sisters “thought she could sing”. Practice time was a little bit difficult.
Also difficult was homework time. Homework was mandatory when I was growing up; lots of books to carry home and keep up with. After completing our homework around the dining room table, we each had an assigned place for our books.
Chores – we all had them. Farm and rural living made that necessary, and we knew better than to say, “No.”
Looking back at my mother, I have come to realize that she must have been a saint, and I also realize that there has to be a special place in heaven for our mothers. These memories are like a refuge – a place where I still feel sheltered by her love.
“She opens her mouth with wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” (Proverbs 31:26)
IN REMEMBRANCE OF OUR MOTHERS
Submitted by Ernie