For a person that spent a great of his life in communications talking to others, I suck at communicating to members of my own family. Don’t read anything into this – there was no huge family squabble, no family fight at Thanksgiving or disgruntled Christmas dinner. When we get together everything is fine in fact the year I spent in Toronto meant that I was able to see my Mom and Dad. My brothers and sister talk to my parents more often than I do. I could use the distance between Ottawa and Toronto, but won’t.
It’s just me.
You see though I have no reason, a lot of what I do and who I am is because of my mother. I learned to cook because my mom went to work when I was sixteen years old. It was nothing fancy, but it was the basics of cooking potatoes, vegetables and meatballs. Sometimes the meat was switched, but it was always a good Dutch meat and potatoes delicacy. Besides the cooking I also have to thank my mother for my unmatchable skills at loading a dishwasher, no one can load as much in to a dishwasher as I can with every dish getting spotless. I also learned how to iron a shirt by watching my mother iron my father’s shirts for work. I can proudly say that I can iron a shirt in less than nine minutes. The thing that changed my life the most after learning to iron is buying non-iron shirts – those 9 minutes each morning are precious.
I also learned from my mother and my father, because as a team they are unstoppable, is that devotion to your spouse tops everything; they have 60+ years of experience together to show for it. As my father gets set to turn 90 this year, I know it is rare to have both parents alive an in their 9th decade of their lives. I can see why it works; it is the love for each other, having a purpose to get out everyday and their church family.
On Mothers Day, as a son I have to perform well. I even ‘expressposted’ a card to make sure it reached my mother (it did – I checked the tracking number) and of course yes I will call on Mothers Day. While I don’t call as much as I should, there is not a day I do not think of them, pray for their continued good health and am so thankful that they a happy life together. Calling? I just need to do it more often after Mothers Day.
Happy Mothers Day
*The ceramic pot is from my mother’s mother, my Oma, and now sits in my kitchen as it did in my mom’s kitchen.