As originally published in the St. Matthew’s Episcopal Friday Flash on May 8, 2015.
Thank you for giving me a mother who gladly read me the same books over and over, especially the one about Pooh getting stuck in the doorway to Rabbit’s house. I bet she still has that one memorized.
Bless her for having volunteered to maintain hundreds of polyester marching band uniforms, complete with cummerbunds and butterfly collars. That couldn’t have been easy on the hands. Or the eyes.
Bless her for keeping us all cleanly clothed when we lived in that 2nd story walk-up in New Jersey, the one without a real washer and dryer. My dad had to take our car to work, which meant every week my mother walked a baby, a preschooler, and our heaping laundry cart across town. And bless her because I only recently realized how much work this must have been for her. I remember the laundromat as a fun place to play and color, which means she must have hauled my toys and crayons across town, too, and made sure I had a good time there. And Lord, you know how much I complain about having to do the laundry now, which I wash in the convenience of my own home.
Lord, thank you for all the nights she held me when I was sick, or sad, or worried about moving to Virginia. She always made me feel better. She still always makes me feel better.
Bless her for always, without question, being my number one fan in my many creative endeavors. For sewing whatever costumes I requested. For wearing my hats and hanging my art in the living room. For going to all of my band concerts and chorus concerts and recitals and plays, even the ones that weren’t so good. Especially the ones that weren’t so good.
Bless her for spending so many days outside with me, for gardening with me and not minding when I ate her Sugar Snap peas right off the vine. Bless her for sharing her knowledge of so many things flora and fauna, land and sea, for allowing me to work alongside her, and for her demonstration of how to keep one’s cool when a group of campers steps into a nest of yellowjackets.
Thank You, Lord, for giving me the mother that you did. I couldn’t have had a better one.