What is the most important lesson you learned from your own mother (or other primary caretaker)? What do you imagine the name of your Grandmother’s blog would be and what would she write about?
I could write for days and days about the lessons that I have learned from my Mother. Usually I would point to the moments in our shared life where she sacrificed a great deal for our greater good. The moments where we lived in bunk beds in my Grandparent’s basement so that Mother could put herself through law school. I could tell you all about how brilliant she is and how her fond saying of, “we will just look forward to looking back on this” has truly helped me in some of my darkest times.
But all of those moments fade into the background after watching her go through the hell and humiliation of being unemployed. You want to know a person’s true character? Let them go from their job with zero notice with a daughter 34 weeks pregnant and a Mother weeks away from needing around the clock skilled nursing care.
Day after day, week after week, month after month my Mother looked for work. I am not exaggerating at all when I say this. She literally looked for work and applied for jobs DAILY. She had zero ego about the process of looking just pure drive and determination. At her core she believed that she would find a job – we just needed to hang on until that moment happened for as long as it took. There was no alternative.
And here we are six months in to Mom’s new job and our new life in Philly. And I am now almost a month into my new job and juggling so many projects that my arms are about to fall off. We made it to the other side. And we still like each other! It wouldn’t have happened if Mom wasn’t the kind of woman that she is – and I admire her tenacity so much.
If Millie had blogged – oh wow would that have been SOME blog! First of all she would have been an amazing blogger. She was a very dedicated letter writer and I think that would have served her will with a blog. I think it would have been a blog about her daily life, her adventures in genealogy, her love of travel, and every once in a while a not so blind item about her adoration for my Grandfather. She would have named her blog:
Hot Coffee, Mississippi
Even though she was from Alabama we LOVED that there was such a town just one state over called “hot coffee”. So when ordering coffee at a restaurant it was a long-standing family joke that we liked to order Hot Coffee, Mississippi. Then she would tell us about her Mother (my great-Grandmother) always ordered her coffee, “half a cup and boiling.”
Oh our love for coffee in this family…except for Mother. Go figure!