Today being Mother’s Day, I think it’s high time my own mom got a little recognition. She lived a quiet and selfless life and endured much hardship – oh, I could go on about the hardship, but I won’t. It was enough to produce a broken and sad woman, but Mom had a different way of dealing with all that – her children, her art, her love of all things alive and growing. She passed away some years ago, but her essence lives in me. I don’t think a person realizes how possible that is until they’ve cast off all the layers Life piles on and gotten down to the nitty gritty of who they really are, and in my case – yup, there’s Mom. Hi, Mom! Glad to have you with me today!
It was such a beautiful day I thought I’d take Mom out to the garden to photograph her. She’d like that. She always had a beautiful garden and loved color. Can you tell by looking at the photograph? She sewed her smock and crocheted the afghan behind her. She’s pictured with a ball of yarn in one hand and her sweet Collie, Lady, in the other. This is how I grew up – gardens, color, art, and a sublime affection for large, fluffy dogs.
Mom was a true artist. She had a gift. The photo below is one of Mom’s paintings – acrylics on myrtlewood. Her work was quite in demand and sold all over the world. She supplied artwork to several myrtlewood shops in the area and was paid a pittance. The money wasn’t as important to her as the art.
I could never aspire to this, but she’s always been my inspiration.
I wish she were here so I could thank her for giving me everything I value most highly. You did a good job, Mom. It took 58 years, but I think I might finally be on the right track.
Happy Mother’s Day!