With Mother’s Day upon us here in The Wilds, I find myself reminiscing about my Mother. Since she passed away 6 years ago, I must content myself with wishing her the best in my prayers and memory. I’m not sure, still, what my true purpose on this blog is (other than sharing life’s observations, which is a blast), so ask your patience with this exploration.
I’m thinking that the memories of life observations of Mom may need to be shared as part of my self-therapy (other than the already shared convertible story). I will likely elaborate a bit more in further posts, but a quick summary of her years which most made an impact on me (well, other than that awe inspiring feat of popping out a 10 pound, 12 ounce GnuKid some years ago)–
My father separated from my Mom when I was 16. I grew to appreciate how Mom handled the hurt and being alone.
– Mom, a teacher, started off by taking a sabbatical from school. Not being able to afford to do so really, she took a job teaching in the Virgin Islands (and, being the good son, I forced myself to visit her…twice!).
– After her return and eventual retirement from her ‘home’ school, she still wanted to travel. Still not being able to afford to do so, she took a job teaching at a Foreign School (school for kids attending their business and government parents in country) in South Korea. She spent five years there.
– Retiring for good, she still traveled the country. First because “I want to dig for semi-precious gems”. Then, having a pile of those, traveling elsewhere because “I want to learn to cut and polish gems”. Finally, with an assortment of cut gems, because “I want to learn to make jewelry with my cut and polished gems”.
There is a huge life lesson in her actions that I’m trying to fully grasp. I understand the “emotional logic” of this, but for some reason, cannot fully embrace her beautiful approach to life in my own. [sigh] Perhaps this blog–and all of you wonderful netizens out there–can help me do so.
Blessings to all the Moms out there…and to mine.
Tags: Adventure, life lessons, Mom, Mother's Day
The Wilds of Ohio 
May 11, 2008 at 20:31 |
although it wasn’t her choice to be flying solo, she seemed to embrace adventure… maybe the lesson is as simple as that – stay open to goodness and adventure, even when you hit turbulence.
May 12, 2008 at 05:46 |
I’m curious. Were the Virgin Islands appropriately named?
May 12, 2008 at 06:56 |
daisyfae – she certainly faced her fears in deciding to adventure. Thank you for the advice…I’m certainly working on just that.
kyknoord – maybe when I got there, but not afterwards [grunt, scratch] (oh, sheesh, how I wish I were that good and lucky…)
May 12, 2008 at 10:27 |
Mums rock.
May 12, 2008 at 19:39 |
Dolce – …and roll!!
May 14, 2008 at 05:48 |
lovely tribute
June 4, 2008 at 09:21 |
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