The Three Minute Grandparent: Mother

“You are a nice lady,” was the writing that my 6 yr old Mother’s Day card held.  I meant this with all of my heart because my Mother was and still is a nice lady.  She has been brave enough to support me through all of life’s actions, and yet, still loves me.  She has encouraged me through very difficult times, offered wise advice for many of my trying times, and remained loyal to me even when disagreeing with me.  Her encouragement began when a very trying and busy first born child entered her life.  Extended family members viewed me as “bad and in need of a spanking.”  Mother’s view was pre-ADHD but full of ADHD understanding in guiding this very busy child.  She tied bells on my shoes to keep track of my wanderings throughout the house and when the bells stopped ringing, she came running to check on me.  She allowed me to feed my pet dog, Pal, hearing me say, “One for you and one for me,” discovering Pal and me sharing a can of dog food.  She allowed me to experiment in the kitchen with cake baking, even without a recipe.  Somehow she took my mess and made a wonderful scratch cake.  This desire to cook continued on to biscuits and 3 tablespoons of baking soda.  She said they were very good!  Cooking experiments continued with her positive comments after each meal.  Her positive comments convinced me that I was a worthy chef.  Piano lessons, organ lessons, trombone and tuba playing; all were met with smiles and comments meant to send me to Carnegie Hall.  Singing began at an early age and has continued throughout my life and Mother has been right there building me up, encouraging me to go further and use my God given talent.  Mother has and continues to be my supporter, my friend, and my wonderful….well, Mother.  I love her and cherish the memories we have made as a Mother-Son team.  Thank you Mom for believing in me and always holding on to the belief that I am important.  Happy Mothers’ Day.  You are the best and…you are a nice lady!

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