MOTHER’S DAY

When this photo was taken in June, 1979, I remember how I felt.  I was on top of the world because I had graduated high school (which was an answer to prayer – trust me).  I was working my first job on campus at WSU and had so many big dreams.  Now, looking back at this photo, I don’t feel the same way.  The things that seemed so very important to me in 1979 no longer mean much.

Today I’m thankful for these memories.  I’m so thankful to have this photo and that the Kansas wind wasn’t making a mess of my hair.  LOL!  How precious little things become when we can no longer make new memories.  This picture reminds me of where I came from and what really matters in life.  This was a Sunday mornin’ in June…  and where were we headin’???  Surprise surprise…  we were headin’ for church.

I was raised a hard-nosed Southern Baptist – if the church doors were unlocked, we were there.  We had Sunday School, Church, dinner on the grounds, choir practice and Training Union.  My mama was in WMU (Women’s Missionary Union) and my daddy did a lot of carpentry around the church.  One time he made a whole set of little people furniture for the Primary classroom.  He didn’t talk much, but actions speak louder than words.

What do mothers do for us?  Well, when we’re very small – they do everything for us.  I was thankful for a few things my mom taught me – there were many things, of course, but some just come to mind quicker than others.

I am ever so grateful to my mother for showing me which utensil to use at a formal dinner – and the whole napkin in the lap thing.  Why?  As it happens, I was invited to a very fancy formal dinner given by the President of WSU.  There were courses…  so many courses.  I felt as though we were being timed as we ate – because guess what?  If we were not quite finished…  our plates were taken from us!  The purpose of a dinner like that is not to eat but to socialize.

When we’re learning things from mom, it’s a natural reaction to roll eyes or wonder why we will ever need to know certain rules of society.  I’ll tell you a secret…  moms know why they are showing you this stuff.  I wish now I had not rolled my eyes so much or had teenage attitude with my mom.

My mother was a beacon – a light.  She gave me everything I needed to do what I had to do in life.  God of course guided her to teach me, and she was obedient and was the mom she needed to be.  I’m so thankful.

I want to share a Scripture with you that means so much to me.

Mothers are teachers and examples for their children.  This Scripture reminds us that we are all to be a light.  Whether we are parents or brothers or sisters – or just friends…  we have influence on others wherever we go.

Let God’s light shine through you today.  Happy Mother’s Day – to mothers everywhere.  🙂

 

 

 

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GUMDROP DAY

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Happy Gumdrop Day!!!  I’d also like to say happy birthday to my sweet mother in Heaven.

The first thing I thought of when I saw that it’s Gumdrop Day was how my mother used gumdrops to decorate a simple, clear plastic tree-shape at Christmastime.  It was so cute!

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Gumdrops come in both fruit and spice varieties.  Sometimes the spice ones are called spice drops.  Some folks use gumdrops for decorating baked goods, gingerbread houses and other crafting.  I like to eat them out of my hand – and I prefer the spice drops to the plain fruit gumdrops.
In the U.S., three other “old-fashioned” gumdrop candies are also popular:  Orange Slices, Licorice Babies, and Spearmint Leaves.  These are larger than traditional gumdrops or spice drops.
Sometimes my mom would use the same plastic tree to put pastel colored spice drops on for Easter.
 Do I have you tempted to buy some gumdrops?  Let’s take a look at oldtimecandy.com:
Interestingly enough, these are the larger size gumdrops – I couldn’t find the smaller ones here.  I’m a little surprised since this is old-time candy.  😉
SMILE

Don’t be afraid,
Don’t hold a grudge
Just ease back your fears
And smile.
Look at a young child
and wonder what makes them smile,
Lollipops, Gumdrops, Butterfly’s?
Chocolate, Rainbows, Blue sky’s?
What makes you smile?
Sun sets, Sun rise, Blue sky’s?
Roses, Noses Kisses, love?
A Fairy Tale, A happy ending, A white dove?

Bring the  things that you have that your already smiling at.
Family. Friends. Children. Mom. Dad.
Shelter. Food. Money.
Growth. Comfort
Love.
Just relax. And Smile.

Magean Martin

Although gumdrops are usually associated with Christmas, you can make up a batch for Easter for decorating or to have on hand for a sweet treat.  🙂

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NATIONAL SENIOR CITIZENS DAY

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The older I get, the younger everyone else looks!  – Linda Palmer

 

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When my mother turned 65, she started getting all that “fun” mail…  you know, all the “old people” mail.  She was visibly angered and depressed about it.  As her only child, I knew I had my work cut out for me to make her 65th birthday a happy one.  She was a valentine baby – her birthday was February 15th, but we always celebrated with lots of hearts and roses.  The normal routine was for me to bake her a heart-shaped cake with number candles on top.  I had to do something extra special for her 65th…  I had no idea what that would be, but I had to nail it.  And this year I didn’t think she’d like having the numbers 6 and 5 staring at her from a heart-shaped cake.

Mama loved girly things like hairstyles and makeovers and spa stuff.  Our Towne West mall was only 7 years old in 1987.  It was fun and hopping and there were all sorts of girly stores at the time.  I wanted her to be pampered, but on my budget I couldn’t afford very much.  I went in to Dillard’s to talk to a sweet lady in the cosmetic department.

Lisa was not a young person but not old either.  She listened to my story about how mom was celebrating a milestone and she had received all this mail that made her feel like it was time to go out to pasture.  She understood exactly what I was talking about and we plotted and planned such a great makeover for her!  Lisa and I talked for TWO hours!  She didn’t seem to be concerned that she’d lost some sales in that time.  I was so impressed with her.  This was one birthday that I knew my mama was going to enjoy.

There’s something you should know about me…  I never get away with surprising anybody – EVER!  I am the worst surprise party giver that ever lived.  I was so afraid that somehow my mom was going to find out about her surprise makeover.  I swore my family to secret – all two of them – but they were both men, so…  my husband and my dad.  My bases were covered…  and I was so anxious for the Saturday before her birthday to roll around.

Saturday rolled around.  There was not any significant snowfall, for which I was thankful.  My boss said we didn’t have to work, for which I was even more thankful.  Everything was working out great!  I called mom just to make sure she was getting ready to go.  She said, “Oh, I’m not sure I feel up to it today.  Can we go out next week?”

NO NO NO – we can’t!!!  I didn’t say it, but I sure thought it.  OK, compose yourself and don’t appear too eager.  “Well, you know I’ve worked most Saturdays lately and I didn’t have to work today, so I may not get another opportunity to get out on a Saturday again for a while.”

There was a pause in the conversation that seemed to last forever.  I waited for a response…  wait for it…  wait for it…

“Oh, okay.  I’ll be ready when you get here.”

YES – SCORE!

I got off the phone, grabbed my purse, dug out my keys and headed out the door.  As I got in the car, I saw the first snowflake.  I thought, “OK, we can get this done quick and get back before it gets too bad.”

When I got to mom’s, she was not quite dressed.  From the looks of things, she had tried on about 4 different outfits.  I looked at my watch and looked out the window…  it was getting late and the snow was falling.  It’s my mom…  it’s her day…  and she needs to feel pretty.  She was always pretty.  The only one who never knew it was her – even though I told her every day.

I gave her my honest opinions about what looked best and she got dressed.  She put on her coat and we cautiously walked to the car.  The snow was still just drifting around and didn’t look like it was going to be too bad.  Yay – we were on our way to the mall.  I was so excited.

Once in the car, mom said, “Are you sure you want to go to the mall today?  It looks like it’s going to snow like this for a while.”  I assured her that it will be fine – just fine.  I was determined that this was going to happen for her.  She was the best mom in the world and deserved the best birthday.

We made it to the mall and I parked as close as I could to Dillard’s.  Surprisingly, mom didn’t ask what we were doing at that particular store, but I had a story all ready.  I used it anyway because it took me so long to come up with it – :-/  “I just need to quick grab a new mascara here at Dillard’s and they’re the only ones who have what I like.”  See – isn’t that a great excuse???  I thought so.  Actually, the only make-up I buy is from Walmart and there is no counter.  I can’t afford make-up from behind a counter.

We slowly walked to the door.  The snow was starting to stick a little more now, but I wasn’t overly concerned.  My mind was on mom’s surprise birthday present.

When I saw Lisa, she got the biggest smile on her face!  “Hello, Mrs. Turner!”  You should have seen the look on mama’s face.  She couldn’t figure out why this lady knew her name!  It was funny and one of the best memories tucked in my mind.  Lisa and I started laughing and explained what was going on to my poor mother.

I knew at that moment that it was worthwhile…  the time, the effort, the planning.  I think it was the best time and mom felt so special and pampered.  I bought a few of her favorite products and she bought a few.  We laughed and chatted and we were just girls being girls – of all ages.  I think for a little while, mama forgot she was 65, she forgot about the mail, the stigma, the meaning behind being that particular age.

I’m not good at surprise parties as a general rule.  I try to make birthdays special and sometimes I think surprises are fun – but on my mom’s 65th birthday…  I NAILED IT!

When she was all prettied up, we waded back out to the car.  The snow had stopped falling and it wasn’t freezing, so we pulled into Spear’s restaurant across the street to get a cup of coffee.  I mentioned that it was my mother’s birthday, and the waitress gave us a free piece of pumpkin bread, which tastes more like cake.  It was our family’s favorite treat year around, not just in the autumn months.

I wish I could have taken a photo.  We didn’t have digital cameras back then.  I didn’t make a habit of carrying my Polaroid camera around with me.  My mother was beautiful – and more importantly, she felt beautiful and that made me very happy!

If you know a senior citizen, give them a call or visit them and let them know how much they mean to you.  They just want to know they are still important to someone.  Happy National Senior Citizens Day!  🙂

 

 

A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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OVERTHINKING IT
Have you ever over thought over thinking? LOL! Well, maybe not, but on high pain days or bad blood sugar days it’s easy to over think things! As a young woman I hardly got a cold, but now it feels as though I’m falling apart some days. If I’m having an extremely bad day, it can feel downright unfair.

My mother died ten years ago today. I know some people don’t remember dates like that, but I can’t help but remember. Grief is a large weight, even after such a long time. I don’t weep like I used to, but these days the sorrow comes out of the blue. I was walking around an antique store and spotted a set of bowls that my mother had.

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The largest one was a bright yellow (maybe that’s why it’s my favorite color), the bowls nested inside one another. I didn’t keep my mom’s set of bowls (you can’t hang on to everything) but seeing them brought back memories of cookie-baking, pie-baking and great conversations with my mom. Those bowls made me smile – and cry. Sounds strange – how can I do both? I don’t know – but I can.

What does our Lord want us to do when we are weary and heavy laden?

We cannot find life’s treasure if we’re rushing here and there, chasing shadows through the clouds and beating at the air, draw apart, be still and pray when weary and hard pressed. “Come unto Me” the Master said, “and I will give you rest.” – David Catherwood

Through the physical pain and mental anguish of life we have a Savior with open arms, ready to hold us and speak peace to our hearts and minds. He promises to give us rest if we will draw apart, be still and pray.

Today I will go to my prayer closet to pray. Jesus will meet me there.

June 1979

Mama and me in front of her tea roses.

Of course, there’s Rusty lying in front of us!

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Please, Jesus, tell Mama I love her. Thank you! Amen.  ❤

ANOTHER LOOK UNLIMITED DAY

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Today is ANOTHER LOOK UNLIMITED DAY!!!  We are encouraged to rummage through our possessions and either give surplus items to charity or repurpose them in other projects in order to lessen the amount of garbage in landfills.  We can definitely do that with stuff – but not with the people in our lives.

Dealing with family is not so easy.

“My mom drives me crazy”, my friend vented to me one sunny summer day. As I held the phone and listened I watched the neighbors in their front yard playing with their grandchildren. Tears welled but I was holding it together.

I want her to talk with me about anything and welcome her without restriction of any kind. We talk about absolutely anything and that’s the way friendship should be. My Lord is also her Lord and our values are similar.

Have you ever prayed one of those really fast prayers before you speak – like LORD, PLEASE GIVE ME WISDOM, QUICK – ??? Well, I prayed and then I spoke:

I think your mom realizes that times have changed and that she doesn’t need to be so controlling, but it may be a struggle for her to feel as important to you as her mom was to her at your age. She may feel like you are slipping through her fingers and might be mindlessly putting you in a choke hold because she misses her little girl. When daughters grow up, mothers feel a real sense of loss and that sometimes manifests itself in some ugly ways. I don’t believe any mother deliberately pushes her daughter away. Sometimes a daughter needs to show some compassion instead of anger.

Promising to pray for both mother and daughter, I ended my little mini-lecture:

Make an attempt to put yourself in your mom’s shoes. Instead of meeting her anger with your own anger, try approaching her with a calm resolve and rise above the temptation to stoop to her level emotionally. Don’t try to talk her out of her feelings because she thinks they are justified. Just be calm and respectful toward her. Listen and sympathize whether you agree or not. It’s not about agreement, it’s about understanding. Even if the subject is YOU – she still needs to know that you will respectfully listen and honestly empathize with her. Don’t be condescending – but truly sympathize or empathize with her. Let her talk and you listen, nod and give her all the hugs she needs while she is visiting with you.

I added this P.S. in my own mind:

That’s what I would do if my mama came to call. Then I had to go cry. Yeah. 😦

MOTHER’S DAY

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You know, sometimes funny things happen in church – that’s just the way it is. It usually happens at a solemn moment when you’re supposed to be focused and serious – that’s when somebody says or does something that makes you want to bust out laughing – but you can’t!

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.  – Honore’ de Balzac

In April of 1976 I turned 15 years old. Mom and I had been at odds for a few years and I went through teenage rebellion big time. Nothing she did was right and I struggled to be an independent and unique individual. But that all changed when I turned 15. Suddenly mom and I became best friends again. I finally saw my mom as more than my mom. I saw her as another woman. She had feelings and I realized I was hurting her feelings. I decided it had to stop.

The sweetest sounds to mortals given are heard in mother, home and heaven.  – William Goldsmith Brown

By Mother’s Day, our new-found friendship blossomed and I laughed with mom more than ever! We spent less time arguing and more time in conversation. We were more open to hear each other than ever before. Those were the sweetest years with her because we got along so well.

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.  – Marion C. Garretty

It’s sort of funny because when I was little and talked in church I got taken out (and not too gently) by my dad and spanked. But I was more mature and fairly well-behaved in church services at the age of 15. I began playing the piano in my home church at the age of 12, so I was on the platform for most of the service.

Mirror mirror on the wall, I’ve become my mother after all.  – Unknown

On Mother’s Day, I looked out over the congregation and saw my parents seated on the second row, piano side! Something got mom tickled and I looked at her and got tickled too. I didn’t even know what she was laughing about (or trying not to laugh at) but I knew I was in big trouble! Nobody could see her trying not to laugh, but since I was seated at the piano, I was busted if I started laughing! Why is it that we get tickled in church at those moments when it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop – like just before prayer time or during some other quiet time?

It was those times that helped us grow closer together not only as mother and daughter, but as best friends. I haven’t talked with my mom for almost ten years. I miss her like crazy! At least I stopped thinking, “Oh, I need to call mom and tell her about this!” For the longest time I did that and I was afraid it meant that I was losing my mind or something. Turns out a lot of daughters go through that stage when they lose a mom they were used to talking with on the phone every day.

A mother is one who understands the things you say and do.  Who always overlooks your faults and sees the best in you.  A mother is one whose special love inspires you day by day.  Who fills your heart gladness in her warm and thoughtful way – a mother is all these things and more – the greatest treasure known.  And the dearest mother in all of the world is the one I call my own.  – Unknown

She can’t come back to visit me, but one day I will see her again in heaven. There will be no more goodbyes there – no more parting. We can have all the tickle starters we want then! I look forward to it. Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, mom! I love you more. Yeah, I got the last word – so there!

Dear Lord, please somehow let mama know I’m thinking of the fun times we shared in church today.  I want her to know that I don’t cry all the time.  Thank You.  In Jesus’ Name, Amen.