Mother's hold their child's hand for a moment
and their heart for a lifetime.
A year ago this month I started writing a blog about my mom. Twelve months would pass prior to this final version. Why did it take so long? Honestly, it was the desire to get it right, the desire to share something so personal that I held onto it tightly. I held it close to myself, as close as she held and protected me when I was afraid as a child. As with all things Knowing, the words couldn't be forced. They had to flow in their own perfection. After all, she's still alive, with me and may even read it. It had to be as layered as she is. I mean, how do you write about the most challenging and rewarding relationship you have experienced to date in this life? How do you summarize all that a mother is and what she did as her best to instill in you? You remember one of her favorite go to pieces of advice in life, to trust that it will all work out as it should.
|Mother's Day 2012 - Mom's favorite place in Rappahannock|
The Thornton River Grille, Sperryville
My earliest memories of my mother are of her love of our animals, her caring and nurturing nature, and her steadfast commitment to her family. My mom is in a way a peaceful pacifist. She doesn't like conflict and her nature is typically easy going. Don't get me wrong though, if you hurt her or her family she will hold you accountable, take action and see to it that it doesn't happen again. Her easy going nature is what I believe caused her to bond early on in her own life with animals. My guess is that they reminded her of what was right in the world when things went wrong or were painful. They taught her things such as caring for each other and unconditional love. Animals, when treated correctly, will love you until their last breath. They hold no judgments or grudges. They live in the present moment, in the here and now.
|Mom and Yuki|
Growing up, my mom's love of animals carried her over neighbor's fences as a young girl in hot pursuit of a sneaky barebacked horse ride. I love the twinkle in her eye when she recalls those days. As most children are, she was determined to have what she wanted. Bonding in a field with the horses gave her peace and made her happy. As an adult she would introduce me to that love early on, taking me on visits to the stables in Woodlawn to feed the horses and then as a pre-teen allowing me to take lessons at a barn in Gunston. We always also had a home filled to the brim with animals. The dogs and cats I was raised with were the siblings I never had in our home and they were treated like family too. That's how I was raised, to treat your companions as the living beings that they are, to give to them the same unconditional love that they give us.
|Aunt Frances, Yours Truly, Mom|
I'm grateful my mom had unconditional love in her. It's something I truly savor these days given my witness to a parent not having unconditional love for that beautiful girl that I call my own "daughter." My teen years were testing to say the least for mom. I wasn't awful all of the time but when I was awful, I really was a mean "know-it-all" teenager who just wanted to do what I wanted to do. An attitude I would reap via the law known as parenting karma when that aforementioned girl I helped to raise became a teenager herself. As a result of that know-it-all teeny bopper attitude and angst, I really didn't get to know my mom until I was in my mid 20s, after the birth of my son and the loss of her mother.
I didn't learn to appreciate all that she is though truly until a decade after that. I'm grateful that I have though, for I've learned so very much about life simply by observing hers. As we grow together as friends, I continue to learn even more about her character, grace and love. Lessons I carry forth with my step-daughter and son.
|Mom and I on the 4th of July|
|Mom at the Cherry Blossoms in DC|
|Passing on the puppy love to my son Tristan. A litter my mom was watching for a friend.|
My mom was a breeder of Collies and my father was a breeder of German Shepherds. While mom liked her dogs to be shown, my father's dogs were for hobby. My youngest years of life were surrounded by litters of puppies and my first dog show in the ring was at the tender age of seven with a collie named Flicka.
|Myself and Nicki, my dad's first loved dog.|
While I love my father deeply, I understand his complex character now. I will always respect my mother for her courage to leave what was a toxic situation to create a healthier life for all of us. To this day he still doesn't "get it" but all of our lives have gone on and he's exactly the same person he was in 1985 less a few moments of compliments that blew me away as I've been transforming myself these past few years. My father not changing and my mother always evolving and learning, becoming a better person is affirmation enough of their paths going down two different roads. Walking away and starting all over again on her own taught me that you can do hard things.
It was also early on that I learned about death, saying tearful goodbyes to our family member pets and sometimes tragically, their offspring at birth or near birth. My father could never stomach when it was time to do so and would always leave town to visit his family in North Carolina when it was time. As a result of his not being able to be present, my mom would be the one to carry the burden and sadness of calling the veterinarian to let an ailing friend go. More often than not she did this alone. Talk about compassion and strength. Time and time again she took on this burden when my dad avoided it. I have nothing but respect for her courage at these times. She always tells me it's the most compassionate thing we can do, to let them go when they are suffering. I try and take this lesson in all areas of my life, even to the living human beings in it. Sometimes we have to let people go when they are suffering. Hard, yes. Sad, yes. True, absolutely.
|Grandma Irene & Mom|
|Pregnant with Tristan. Mother's Day 1999. Our last one with Grandma Irene.|
|Mom's Art from 1977|
Her talents were in drawing people and in creating colorful abstract art. She is so amazingly gifted and yet so very humble about the same. Sadly though, she no longer draws because her hands shake these days and there's nothing she can do to stop them. It breaks my heart to know she can no longer enjoy it like she used to but she has found a new outlet in that she volunteers to produce a newsletter that's printed for the Pembroke Welsh Corgi Club she belongs to. Much of my moms artistic talent was and always will be wrapped up in animals. It's only fitting.
In closing, and after spending so many hours crafting this blog, I've realized that my mom in retirement has been able to do exactly what she loves. This means that there is still hope for anyone out there making a living in less than happy circumstances. The best time of our lives really can be just around the corner. I'm proud of her for never denying her gift or setting it aside. It's who she is and out of all the lessons in life she's given me that's the most precious of all, just learning to be who you are. No apologies. No excuses. Just being.
Thank you mom for everything, I love you.
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