My Amazing Mother
My Mother is a unique
woman. She divorced my father when I was eight years
old. My brothers were six and one years old.
She immediately found work. Dad never provided child
support or alimony to help take care of us. Mom did
it all by herself. That's not strictly true, God was
with her.
We moved a few times and
ended up in California. Mom eventually found a job
driving school bus. Boy! Was she good at it!
By this time, I was in junior high and a lot of the
household chores were placed on me because I was the
oldest. I hated it.
At this time, I didn't
really understand the emotions and responsibility my
mother felt for the three of us. Even with two
parents, it is difficult to raise children these days.
My mother made sure we were
in a Christian school. She never missed a payment.
She made sure we were
clothed properly. We never had holes in our clothes.
She made sure there was
food on the table. We never, ever went hungry.
She made sure we were in
church every Sunday. We never missed a Sunday.
When I was dating a Navy
boy, she left the room when he wanted to kiss me.
That was my first kiss. Somehow, she knew it.
We even had some really
nice cars that she never missed a payment on.
She never imposed a curfew
when I was a teen, but i respected her enough to call her
when I was late coming home. She really appreciated
that.
My mother pushed me out of
the nest when I started getting scared about going to
college. Best thing she ever did.
My mom called my dorm mom
when my grandpa died and let her know because she knew I
would be terribly upset over his death. She wanted
to make sure i had some comfort in my loss.
My Mom helped me see that
the boy I was dating was not the best one for me.
She was right.
I know she knew, even
before we told her, that my hubby and i were living
together before we got married. She never said a
word. I know her prayers were with me though.
She never missed a beat
when we called and told her that we had gotten married.
I know she cried though.
My Mother always encouraged
me in everything I did. That i appreciated so much.
She is one of my best
friends and I love her dearly. I now know the
responsibility and emotions she had to deal with as we
were growing up. She had a full-time job and three
kids to raise...by herself. My mom is truly, truly
amazing.
Babies And Mommies
By
Holly M. Custer
copyright © 1999
I let out one more hoarse cry as I pushed
my baby into the world. I held out my hands to this
wonderful, precious bundle. They placed my small, red,
wrinkled daughter on my chest. I counted her fingers and
toes to make sure she had all of them. She did. This was the
most precious moment of my life with my daughter. It was our
time to bond.
I watched as my daughter learned to roll
over and crawl. I marveled as she took her first wobbly step
and then landed on her bottom. I cried as she left my
protective, mother arms for the yellow school bus and the
cool playgrounds of kindergarten life.
She was so slender and beautiful as she
walked that stage to receive her high school diploma. I sat
in my daughter’s room and hugged her old teddy bear that had
been left behind for more grown-up things like boys and
college.
I congratulated her happily as she and
her fiancé announced that they were getting married. When
she had her first child, I wept tears of joy just as I had
done when I had her. My daughter was now a mother and
would know all the joys and heartaches of raising and loving
a child.
What a precious relationship between a
mother and child.
The above work,
Babies And Mommies, is a work of fiction.
