This morning I awoke to the sound of rain. So nice and relaxing.
It is Friday, and I feel I am late with my blog. This week I decided the topic of Mothers would be very appropriate — since Mother’s Day is Sunday.
Being a mom is hard. Kids do not come with a manual, so you have to “wing it”, and hope you do okay. The end product is the most important thing. Hopefully, your children will turn out to be good people. They know when to empathize, sympathize, be tough, and kind. The best feeling in the world is seeing your kids succeed in this crazy world.
When your kids are born, you cannot wait for them to “grow up”. No more worrying about getting a sitter to go to work or out for an evening. They cannot grow up fast enough. Soon the kids are in preschool, then elementary school, middle and high school. Now it is off to college. Where did my babies go????
The time has come for your babies to fly without reservations, and put what you have engrained in them to work. It is scary to take your children to a big university and leave them. So many kids. You hope and pray they don’t get lead astray, and concentrate on getting a good education. This also pertains to going into the work force. What a process for a mom.
There are many moms in your life. The one mom that comes to my mind is my grandma. Many times we would go to Sunday Dinner at her house (which was really lunch).
Grandma would have made homemade noodles on Saturday. She would mix up the dough, roll it out, then put the circles of dough on the kitchen table, cover up the dough with a clean cloth, and leave them “dry”. Sunday she would get up, and cut the noodles. I can still see her folding the dried dough together, and cutting it into 1/4 inch wide strips. Mashed potatoes, noodles in a gravy and fried chicken were the menu. Everyone would sit around the kitchen table and eat. So good. I can still taste the noodles and the chicken. She mad the best! How she fed everyone always amazed me. Such a great memory.
There were six kids in my family. Somehow my parents managed to feed and clothe all of us. How, I do not know. Each school year we would get a new pair of shoes, maybe a new lunchbox and pencils.
Mom would have meals on the table for us every night. Sunday night was special. We would have our large meal for lunch (known as Sunday dinner), and Sunday night would be ice cream and cake. So good! I think the cake was purchased at Coppes and Thorsons, the local grocer.
Once in awhile, we would get homemade ice cream, because someone we knew would invite us to help make the ice cream. I suggest you Google the process. It took quite awhile, and came out soft. Yum!
Our mom was a very creative, talented lady. She could crochet, knit, paint ceramics, and draw. One of her specialties was making Barbie doll clothes for my sisters and the two neighbor girls that lived across the street. I do not know how she worked with something so small. I like to sew, but Barbie doll clothes — No! My sisters and the neighbor girls said they had the best dressed Barbies in town, and they did.
Being a very talented seamstress, our mom also made dresses, shirts for my brother, prom dresses, bridesmaid dresses, and yes even a beautiful wedding gown (which I still have tucked away). Mom worked at a Bobbie Brooks factory. She did her best at what they gave her to do. Mom sewed the darts in the clothes. Her talents were given to all of us. Mom I thank you for this!
Most moms are there for you from the time you are born. It is hard when they leave this world. You are left with many memories — negatives and positives. Always concentrate on the good, as the negatives will eat you up!
No mom is perfect. We need to always remember they did the best that the could with what they had. With this thought I leave you for the week.
This blog is dedicated to all the moms — both past and present. God Bless and thank you for what you do and have done.
The Blogging Grandma