This is my 100th post. The one I have talked about many times before. The one that is supposed to be the milestone that inspires me to finish my book I have had in waiting….  I thought that it would be the perfect post to…. honor somene who inspires me daily…

My Mom…

She was born  March 3rd in  1934.  My grandfather was a machinist and my grandma stayed at home, being a mom. My mom was the apple of her parent’s eye. Blonde and full of life.

When my mom was six years old, “polio” was a dreaded word, feared by all. There was an outbreak of it, right in their own neighborhood in Seattle. My grandma was especially careful trying to keep her little family far from any germs, staying away from public places and washing everything. One day her neighbor asked them to go on a picnic to the lake, explaining that they would stay far away from people. My grandma reluctantly agreed and as they were unpacking their lunch all the kids  went exploring,  and accidentally knocked down an old hornets nest. My mom was stung where ever her little sunsuit did not cover. They rushed her to the lake and placed mud all over her wounds. shortly after, she came down with polio. It could have been a number of things that led to her contracting the terrible disease. The stings, the mud, or the trip on the bus downtown a few days later when her resistance was low. Who knows. It doesn’t really matter now. (Though I will always be puzzled about why they went on a bus ride downtown, right smack in the middle of people~ with all those germs, but… Oh well…)

     My mom on her way to school. (Her crutches are laying in the background)

The fact is that her life was changed forever. Her childhood was taken from her, the life she was meant to have was as well. And yet she learned to walk again where the doctors predicted a life of being paralized. She had horrendous surgeries, a bone taken from her leg, to straighten her back, a body cast for a year, and then later as she learned to walk again, cruel and clueless kids, stealing her crutches as she walked to school. And yet, she has fallen in love and been married twice in her lifetime.

           I’ve always  loved this one of my mom! She looks so happy as if her whole life was ahead of her!

She has been a successful artist and a wonderful mother. From an early age, she would sit me up on the counter and let me help…  pouring in the ingredients and stirring it with a spoon, always remembering to let me smell the vanilla and stir up my own concoction of “something.” I am sure that is WHY I love to bake!… she has been a wonderful grandma and the best memory maker you could ever ask for!

Mom and me 1958

One year my mom, found Winnie the Pooh (Always my favorite) blow up characters as party favors at my 8th birthday party! Every party she threw was more special than the year before. (She always out did herself!

My mom with my son (her first Grandchild)              My beautiful mom and daughter on the boat in New Port Beach, on my wedding day

She is in a lot of pain a lot of the time and I guess I never really understood much of it, until I got to an age when it was a little harder for me to get up in the morning and I began having the usual aches and pains that come with getting older. And I know, I only experience an inkling of a crumb of a speck of what she experiences daily and has for a long, long, time.

When I was younger, I hate to admit that I hated her polio stories. In fact, I’ve hated the number six all of my life because that was the age my mom got polio. I hated that she complained about her aches and pains and that she couldn’t do as much as I wanted her to. To attend my school functions and walk long distances. Funny, how selfish we are as kids. Now it is as if I have different glasses on, (I actually do! Recently having to finally give in to getting a REAL pair due to old age!) I can see more clearly. She is actually a hero for doing so much. She did art shows for years. With my dad’s help. And then ours, when I was able to drive. We all pitched in to help set her up and break down at her shows. My dad was so tickled as she obtained a following of faithful customers. She always made sure that we went to church every Sunday, even though my dad only would go on very special occassions… Easter mainly. Oh yeah and when I got baptized… smile.

Today, my mom has survived a lot. Polio was just the begining. My sister was in a horrific car accident and my mom would drive an hour a day to go see her. Sometimes twice. She did not give up when the doctors told her to not hold out too much hope. She prayed and talked to  her, until she came out of her coma and worked with her until she was able to live a pretty normal life. A few years later, my dad died of a heart attack jogging around the block, she was the one who found him. When you add it all up, she has not had an easy life. And yet she has proven that she is who she is because of surviving it all. And she has survived.

The thing about my mom is she has always had faith. She always believed that God had a plan. She never gave up. After my dad died, she began reaching out to hurting people in way of cards that she wrote in the form of letters, adding different scripture verses that pertained to what each person was individually going through at the time. They say Elizabeth Barrett Browning is in our ancestory somewhere and I don’t doubt it~              and so we write. That’s just what we do. My mom does it, I do it, my daughter does it. It’s just in our blood!

A few years after my dad died, she reached out to an old childhood friend  at my grandmother’s suggestion, with one of those letters right after his wife died.  He ended up coming for a visit.

They have been happily married for almost three decades.

So you see, even though life handed her some big obstacles, she always rose above them and God blessed her for it.  The lesson she has taught me and many others through out her life is that God is a God of MIRACLES and that nothing is too big for HIM. Not the opinion of a doctor or the diagnosis they may give, or the closing of a door. She has taught me that there is always a door to open somewhere, not too far down the road.

I don’t always tell her often enough but I am proud of her and she is one of my biggest heroes and best friends.

I love you mom!

20 thoughts on “In Honor of my 100th Post!

  1. I am mostly inspired to say something from this caption below a picture of your mother, “I’ve always loved this one of my mom! She looks so happy as if her whole life was ahead of her!”

    When I look at that picture I see someone who is content with what she is doing at the moment, not looking ahead.

    That is one of the most common themes in this blog, the joy of looking forward to things. If you are always looking ahead then you are never appreciating what is before you. I don’t look forward, I concern myself now, I am happy with what I’m doing now. To go with a common theme here, God doesn’t want you to do his work later, He wants you to do it NOW.

  2. You and your mom are beautiful… and when you talk about her getting polio at age 6… all I can think of is the book by AA Milne “Now we are 6”.

    Best of luck to you on your book, you are tremendously gifted.


  3. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything quite so raw or touching. I am completely taken by your relationship with your mother. It is a gift. The legacy of your mother has certainly been passed down and it’s not just the ability to write. It is the ability to multiply love and hope in other people’s lives.

    1. Your words are like little silver boxes tied up in bows! Gifts you can’t imagine just how inspiring they are… I started out here by writing 100 posts… to see if my writing really mattered. I have a story of fiction from a framework of reality… about abuse, and love, and young girls and not so young women… losing yourself and making mistakes along the way… so many… and then a sudden chance for retribution and validation , finding yourself and the story of empowerment…. and validation. It was almost done… and then I got stuck. This blog was my tool to get back on track. Your words are the most wonderful gifts than you can ever imagine. Thank you!

    1. Thank you!! Yeah 100 was the number I gave myself… NOW…I am supposed to be taking a break and finishing my book. I am not sure what I promised. Did that mean not coming back here till I finished? Ahhh but I would miss you all so much! LOL… NO, lets see… I meant I would promise I would work on it more than my blog! Yeah that’s it… I’m still here. Wheeew… Smile. Let’s face it. I am hooked. I love you guys!

  4. This is a beautiful post, so full of love and respect for your wonderful Mother.When one is blessed to have had a role model such as your Mom, it makes our lives that much richer. So privileged to have read this post and I love all the pictures you included. Simply wonderful!!

    1. Wow Lyn, Thanks! That means a lot coming to you! I have been forwarding all your posts to my Messianic friends! I am going there this weekend. Can’t wait to discuss!

      1. Well thank you and God bless you for that…I am honored that you would do such a thing. I try to reach out to as many as I can to spread the truth of God’s Word, and the message that time is of the utmost… Hugs!

  5. Such a great story. The pains that mothers go through sometimes burden their daughters. I felt the same way about many problems my mother had. I’m glad you look back and recognize her beauty and endurance.

    1. It took a little counseling… but I think that when you can finally look at your parents as actual people you begin to understand and appreciate them without so much judgment!
      Thanks for reading my posts!!!!

  6. What a lovely story about your mom. She’s so strong to have come through so much. You’re right about our selfishness as kids; it takes being a mother to appreciate our parents’ strengths and weaknesses. Thanks again for a lovely read. It’s made my afternoon that little bit brighter! Appreciation always does that, doesn’t it?

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