|My Mother and Me - 2005|
In my effort to write about Mother’s Day during the month of May, my thoughts ran wildly back to my childhood and all the things my mother did for me. Then I recalled that only a short while back, I wrote about my mother, Jean Maddern Pitrone, in one of my previous blogs “Birthday’s Come and Go WhetherWe’re Here or Not." So I am taking a somewhat different approach this Mother’s Day.
It wasn’t until June of 1975 that I began to realize what being a mother really signifies. Note that I said I “began to realize” because I feel I am still in the infancy stage of truly understanding what being a mother really means.
I am learning by closely watching another mother I know. I watch how she handles her life, and how she is raising her children. Once in a while I get a glimpse of something that looks vaguely familiar (memories from raising my own children) to something that is entirely a new concept to me.
This young mother I know is one. very. strong. smart. lady. She is the mother of three little ones. She single-handedly tends to her beautiful home, works full time, and still has the time and energy to show her children the many special moments that will last a lifetime. Trips with three in tow don’t stop this woman. She takes on the zoos (yes, plural), museums, waterparks, and train trips to other cities, all on her own.
This mom is the heart and brain of her home. She routinely holds mother/daughter days with each of her daughters (separately), and mother/son days with her youngest.
She teaches her children the value of hard work and of being charitable. The kids have had to earn some things they really want, and have learned the meaning of giving. The oldest has already made three hair donations to “Children with Hair Loss” and she’s only 7!
This mom is also entertaining (family fun night every Monday) taking pleasure in the fun times with her 3 children.
Oh yeah, and to top it off, two of her children have Celiac Disease, so this special mom can never cheat by wizzing through the McDonalds drive-thru on her way home from work, or by picking up a piping-hot pizza as a quick substitute for dinner once in a while. This mom is always packin’ her own bag-of-treats for her kids.
She makes sure the kids have their lunch and snacks, gluten-free (G.F.) of course, and she shows up at school when the kids’ classes are celebrating another student’s birthday (which is often). This mom comes equipped with her own G.F. cupcakes. She also has been known to carry her own G.F. pizza when the class is having another(?) pizza party.
This mom gives the best advice on those tough questions from the kids. I am sure there will be many more toughies, but I know she can handle it with ease, confidence, and tenderness.
In case you haven’t guessed, this special woman whom I am so proud, is my wonderful daughter.
Happy Mother’s Day, Lori.