Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day to me! Today was a great day for remembering my mother and celebrating two mothers that I raised and the grandchildren they have honored me with.

In our Sunday School class this morning, instead of having a regular lesson we remembered our moms. There were only two people in the class with mothers still alive. Wayne was one of those people. We were fortunate to be able to spend Mother's Day with Granny in our presence. She has lost alot of what we remember of Granny, but she likes to recall her past and does better with that than the present.
I was surprised to hear that many of us in SS class remember our mothers being widowed and how they persevered and worked to provide for their children. My mother managed to send me to college on the small amount that she made. I wish I handled money as well as she did, but I am very fortunate that Wayne has provided us with all we could want and certainly more than I need.
My mother was an excellent seamstress. She made just about all of her clothes and made my formal wear during high school and college. When my children were young she helped me sew for them. I would smock for Reilly and Kati and she would often finish the dresses for me. I think that people will return to a love for sewing and handwork.
Mother was so tolerant of me and my wild ideas and constant activity. I was so opinionated when I was a teenager. I am still opinionated, but slightly less negative.
I gave my daughters a book today about being a "DSM" (Daughter of a Southern Mother.) It is a humorous look at moms in the south. My mother had some southern mother tendencies in that she was always concerned about the underwear you were wearing - whether or not it was clean and free of holes. Though not having a dryer, our underwear often acquired scorch marks from a quick dry in the oven when clean underwear was needed at the last minute!
She was always afraid I was going to go to one too many protest marches and get arrested. She could just see her money spent on my college education wasted as I acquired a criminal record.
I have so many fond memories of my mother especially when she found something funny and started to giggle. She was such a dignified person, but her laughter could really get away with her. I miss her and would not give anything for my memories.
I only hope that when my children and grandchildren look back they will have many stories to tell about Gran! I hope they can think of things that I have taught them that benefited them and enriched their lives.