A Glimpse of My Mother
Funny, I am working on an instructor’s guides for Intermediate Language Lessons, and I am on a lesson where the student is to make an outline for the description of a person. The lessons lists several people: an engineer, a baby, a blacksmith, a policeman, a tramp, and your mother. I decided to provide an example for ‘your mother.’
My mom and her parents.
I wasn’t sure if I should make it fictional or write about my mom. I decided it would be easier to write about my mom. Once I began writing, tears started coming to my eyes. I could have kept writing, but had to make it brief because it is an example, but then it hit me that Mother’s Day is tomorrow and and here I am writing about her. What a great time to share a glimpse of my mom.
So, here it is, what I wrote for the instructor’s guide.
An example outline might be:
- Where she grew up
- Her family growing up
- Meeting dad
- Her appearance
- Taking care of her family
- Things I love about mom
- Her interests and hobbies
My mother grew up in a small town in California. She was the oldest of three girls. Spanish was her mother tongue until she started school, where she was told to speak only English. At home, they started speaking English and soon my mom wasn’t as fluent in Spanish anymore.
She met my dad in her late twenties. After marrying, they had five children, four girls and one boy. Being a mother was her mission in life and she did it well. She took care of my father and us children and I cannot remember her grumbling once about her responsibilities as a homemaker. Cooking was one of her talents and I miss her home cooked meals very much.
My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. She had a big heart and loved us dearly. There are many things I love about my mom, but one that I cherish is her strength. Not so much physical, but spiritual and emotional. She endured trials, but I always saw her come out of them much stronger. She never burdened us children with them.
She was a wonderful seamstress and would make our clothes and dolls. She also enjoyed reading. It was a favorite pastime and her bedtime routine. Writing was another hobby of hers and she kept many journals throughout the years. I wish I was as diligent as she was because they are a treasure to me now. She also wrote poetry.
I cherish my mom and the memories I have of her. She will forever be my hero.
That’s me with the pony tails. 🙂
It isn’t the greatest memoir, but it serves its purpose in the guide. 🙂
I pray y’all have a great Mother’s Day!
Cynthia, this was so beautiful and touched my heart so. I see so much of Linda in your mom, and I see glimpses of all the grandchildren in her lovely face and the face of your grandparents. How blessed you are to have been touched by such a beautiful person. You will see her again! Thank you so much for sharing. It was and is a beautiful memoir. And what a beautiful legacy she has left behind…
ps I’m back from my trip…will email soon.
Thanks Dee! I can’t wait to see her again. I did have a dream of her a while back. She looked so radiant and was glowing with life. That is how I like to remember her and I know it is because she is with Jesus.
Glad you made it home safely. 🙂