[Ed.] Mother
Published: May 8, 2005
My mother simply is one of the most amazing persons I know.
She drinks life in like a cold cup of lemonade on a hot Summer day. She passes through the dark places of Life familiar to all of us walking the road yet she never breaks. Like Mother Abigail in The Stand she mumbles and mutters to God about it, decides some things are strictly unfair and others just plain rotten, but she never waivers from The Path.
All of a sudden tears from long forgotten or fresh emotions stream out of her eyes — and the next moment she’s laughing so hard it hurts her belly.
She does her groceries on foot. She’s prepared for hard, ice-slippery winters and for sudden wars.
Erma Bombeck would recognize in her The Mother Who Has A Box For Everything. On my side I suspect she’s the original inventor of paper recycling; from wrapping paper to notes.
She seems to be one of the most undisciplined persons you’ve ever met. Some “To Do” notes date back a year or so. Some get thrown away, unused, unchecked. Yet in a day she accomplishes more than my brother and I put together do in a week. In fact, both of us get tired sometimes just by observing her activity pattern…
She has an opinion on everything; on education, raising children, international politics, economics — on everything. They pop up at the most unexpected places, like in the middle of a briefing of her grocery run; “… so I saw that box of cereal and thought that is too expensive for 1 Euro… They never should have taken up the Euro anyway - the exchange rate was wrong from the start and ..”
Those views, those opinions, can easily be labelled as “simple”, “re-active”; as… well, they can be labelled with any marginalizing term used to swipe common sense aside. That is, until 10 years later you find yourself reading an influential op-ed in an influential newspaper; and they’re repeating what mom said “back then”.
Her theological skills are virtually non-existent, one would say, and never seem to take into account the finer points. That is, until years after the fact books explaining why she is right shut you up.
She’s her own person, comfortable being who she is. She never read a self-help book but grows everyday.
She’s the woman on the bus stop teens feel comfortable talking with. Young at heart, lifely spirit, never condeming. From Goth to muslima; they like talking with her.
She’s my mother - she’s my hero.
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