A Mother's Day Tribute
We all know the phrase… "When life gives you lemons....make some lemonade". Sometimes life throws us curve balls – uncomfortable ones – ones outside of the plan – ones we’d never choose for ourselves. For much of her adult life, my mom’s unwelcome circumstance was the C-word. I can hardly say the word, because I hate it so much.
She lived through her first cancer, but part of her colon had to be removed. I don’t remember her complaining at all, but as an adult now, knowing what cancer is, and does… it must have been a fearful, distressing time for her. Additionally, she had six kids to raise up. Imagine doing that without an illness.
She later survived the aftermath of divorce–but it was her last battle that I remember most apropos to lemons and lemonade. She was remarried and settled in to her job at the grade school down the street. I was the one driving her home from the appointment after which she had gotten the news.
Silence. Sadness. Fear.
Dread had overtaken her usual cheerful countenance. C-word had returned to her lymph nodes. I can still feel the emotion today, as I write about it.
But that’s not my point. It’s what she did after that; making the best of a sour situation, sweetening someone else’s life.
There are two things that I remember the most. [First] There was a disadvantaged little girl at the library where she worked who would come and check inside her pockets for a treat. Simple. In the midst of her own difficulty, giving a little was something she could do on a regular basis to bring a smile to someone else. [Second]. This is what she did for a long time. She crocheted; she did needle-point; she knitted things. I don’t even think I recognized it until after she was gone.
Baby blankets – lots of baby blankets – were neatly folded up and found stored away for that time in the unknown future, for the grand children she’d like to hold one day. She didn’t know for sure if she was going to get to see her children’s children; but what she did do was leave a treasure chest; a legacy of what it means to make lemonade from life’s lemons.