When I started writing the stories for Above and Beyond Wellfleet, I didn't realize that I was going to devote a chapter to my parents. The book is about recovering from the death of my husband, and as I wrote I realized that most of my strength came from the two people who taught me what courage and overcoming adversity were all about--my mother and father.
On Sunday, we will celebrate Mother's Day. Some feel that such holidays were created as a way to sell cards and flowers; I prefer to avoid such cynicism.
There aren't enough words for me to write which would adequately honor my mother. This photograph tells the story. Her hand always held me up--even when I could no longer physically feel it. Her touch was always gentle, but her strength was legendary. Yes, legendary. She faced a near-death battle with cancer and never, ever lost her smile or will to survive. She faithfully followed my father wherever the chance for earning a proper livelihood took our family (while I say she followed, she actually led the way). She brought her elderly parents into our small home when I was a teenager to care for them for almost ten years--until they each passed away--each never seeing the inside of a nursing home.
There are more words, and I will write them, but for today, I will honor this brave woman with all my heart- as well as saying a special prayer for her this Sunday.
I have two other very wonderful mothers for which to be grateful--my daughter and my daughter-in-law. I watch them in awe as they nurture my grandsons. They always, always put their families first. They manage to do that while becoming each day more beautiful, strong women.
Yes, I am big fan of pausing to honor those people who make and have made my life so complete.
Happy Mother's Day.