“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy”. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” ~John Lennon (submitted by Georgia Gipson, MI)
This Sunday is Mother’s Day. As I shared in the “special edition” Love Letter earlier this month, I woke up one morning with a strong desire to gather up some personal examples of words of wisdom, treasured moments, tips to new mothers, etc. from our readers. Each submission brought a smile to my heart. Several brought tears to my eyes.
I am honored by each and every submission. Especially, the one that I received from Ramona. She is Kim’s mom and it felt really special to hear her story. In reading what she wrote, (which is shared below) I now feel like I know her even better and at a deeper level.
What do you know about your mother? Her mother? We each see the world through our own filters. Everyone sees a situation differently based on their knowledge, awareness, and beliefs, etc. When we take the time to really connect with a special woman in our life and begin to ask questions, we learn.
This works with lots of other people, too. I know that for myself, I made up stories that were not true. By wanting to be in connection and experience a loving relationship, I courageously asked some questions. Some of the answers really amazed me. And as I’ve already shared, gave me compassion where I previously had anger. THAT is transformative.
In celebration of those that bring us into this world, enjoy Ramona’s story below. Enjoy!
Mothers are miracle makers. We love you!
With love, joy, and appreciation,
“Growing up on a farm in Iowa, it was a busy place. My Father had died 4 months before I was born. We had a family of 5. I had two sisters and a brother. I was the “baby” and got lots attentions, so they say. My Mother was a strong person with a Great Faith in God. My Mother worked outside a lot on the farm and I was attended to by Opal, my older sister. She was 10 years older than me.
A lot of my strength came from my Mother, telling us that no task was ever too big. Not having a Father in the home, we learned to do many things that usually a woman didn’t do. We always had chores to do outside; as well as, inside. Milking cows was not my favorite or gathering eggs in the hen house. We had a large garden and did lots of canning. It seems the Summer was filled with lots of work. We never went swimming, or played soccer, or softball, like all my grandkids do today.
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