Happy Mother's Day to my mom, and all mothers out there.....
My mother went to be with Jesus in 1995. Sometime after that, her sister gave me mom's diary that mom had given her. I tried to read it at one time. However, the book itself is small and her writing was a bit cramped due to the fact that she tried to write a whole weeks' worth of her life on each page.
However, my son-in-law who has very good eyesight had been working on transcribing it page by page and each time, another bit of her life, seemed to come to life.
The diary started out when she was just a teenager in 1941 and went on for the next year and a half. It tells of her high school interests, her friends, how she met my dad, and having her first two babies, my sister in 1943 and my brother in 1944.
It opened up a new world that had belonged to her during those years, which of course I never knew. But it told me how she had taken piano lessons, enjoyed sports, got good grades in school and began the married life with the man (my dad) that had won her heart.
There were many surprises to learn in those pages. Because what I mostly knew of her was what came into her life years later, of course. And a lot of that had turned in to both physical and mental pain which had affected not only our immediate family, but our extended family as well.
And some of us dd not understand where her life had gone from the time, she was a teenager, to a mother with four kids and the problems that can come with life.
I can't recall of when she first started dancing during my lifetime. But it was in the 70s, and she had gotten into a Senior Citizen's group in her area. She loved her dancing classes. And now and then when we would be visiting her, she would try to get us to dance with her.
But sadly, I was not into dancing. Never had been, even as a teenager myself. And who wanted to do that. I had four of my own kids then. I didn't have the energy. Or maybe I didn't want to have it.
Now looking back, I wish I had known about her dancing when she was a teenager. Maybe I could have gotten her to tell me about that time in her life.
But as it was, my life's music had not played out like I would have chosen the kind of it, if I could have. Just like hers, I had to wait a few years before I could consider how to dance to it. Just like she did.
No, I don't physically dance even now. But I do it through the memories of long ago, when mom had tried so hard to get us to dance with her.
And I give thanks to God that had brought me through it, just as He did for her so many years ago.
I don't know if there is dancing in Heaven, but if there is-my mom is probably one that is getting people together to do that. Just like she had us. And I would venture to also say, that up there, she doesn't have to talk anyone into it.
Thank you, God. For my mom whose life was filled with so much pain. But is now living it pain free. You gave her the gift of joy which she tried to share with us at a time when some of us were going through our own pain.
Thank you, my Friends, for sharing with me a look back into the past of a mother that had been so misunderstood, but now I am able to know her from a different perspective.
Have a wonderful evening, wherever you are.
Ecclesiastes 3:4 - A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
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