I Admire My Mother

I loved my mother. She was pretty. She was sweet. She was my world in many, many ways.

She was a terrific cook. I worked in the kitchen often with her, but I could never match her skills. She often had leftovers, but she was able to figure out another good meal and supplement it with something else before the original food got stale or spoiled.

She was stern or strict when she had to be, and sometimes we had trouble sitting comfortably. But she was also loving when the occasion demanded it. She supported us all, even though she had to go to school at least once during each of our school careers for a problem we had. She would take on any teacher who was mean or nasty to us, and she didn't care WHO heard her giving the teacher in question what-for.

She was strong-willed and spirited. She wasn't afraid of anything - except mice, rats and snakes. People never got the best of her in an argument.

She was brilliant and creative. She was a Den Mother for both my brothers in Cub Scouts for several years. She encouraged me to become the best and most-wanted baby sitter in the neighborhood. She rolled neighborhood papers and the daily papers for both brothers for deliveries on their bikes. She willingly sat for her grandchildren while my sister and brother-in-law worked.


She led by example. That is why I loved her most of all.

I miss you, Mom. I always will.