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Ode to my Mother

A favorite photo of my mom with her mom, Phyllis
Its not uncommon to get the answering machine on the first call attempt to my mothers cell phone. It usually means a few things. She's with family. She's visiting someone in need. Or she's resting. All extremely valid reasons I hope I'll always receive the answering machine for.

My mom isn't like any other mom, solely because she is mine, and thats a special connection we all share for our moms. My mom is a lot of things. A mother, wife, supporter, friend, sister, daughter, cousin, aunt, care-giver, cook, visiting teacher, member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a Polio fighter, a pianist, a book reader, and a grandma.

You would never know she had polio until I just told you. You would never know she was named the last and final Oregon Mother of the Year in 2013. You wouldn't know (especially by her waistline), that she's given birth to 9 kids. You wouldn't know that many days she would fix two dinners instead of one so that she could share with another family in the ward. You wouldn't know that despite her physical limitations that stops her from doing what she loves most -- serving in the temple. All because she is far too humble to ever say so. Which is why I just did. ;)

I have a few fond memories of me and my mom:

> Mom needed me to learn how to swallow pills for medicine, and the only reason I learned is because she let me practice on M&Ms. Mom always has a secret stash of chocolate hidden in her clothes closet. I'm sure I stole from that far too much than she would like to know.

> I don't think anything made me happier than seeing her waiting for me at the bus stop when I was in elementary school, so she could walk up the hill with me back home.

> Mom was always the best at tucking me in at night. I never let my dad be the last one to kiss me, it always had to be mom. One night, we had lots of cousins over, and we didn't read scriptures before bed. I said, "wait you can't leave, we didn't read scriptures!". She recited to me Alma 37:37. I loved the words so much, I tried reciting them in my mind after she left. The next day, she helped me memorize it, and its been my favorite scripture verse since.

> Mom would wake Julia & I up precisely at 8am during the summer just in time for us to sit by her bed and watch "I Dream of Jeannie". We loved that show. Mom was good to teach us to do chores even in the summer time, but then gave us plenty of free-time to spend with friends outside.

> Mom always signed me up for swimming lessons. Swimming pools are indoors in Oregon, and I can't imagine are the most enjoyable place to sit for a few hours. Regardless, she sat and watched us for weeks in swimming lessons. I remember one year she treated me to a bagel after passing the level of swimming lessons. And another year she treated me to a 9 cent goldfish, that sadly died the next day.

> The week of my 15th birthday, my mom committed to take me driving. The more came for us to go, and she felt extremely sick. I began sobbing on her bed because I wanted to go so badly, and she said, "okay, lets go." I realize now, this memory is more of a manifestation of my faults and weakness (selfish, unkind, demanding) -- and my moms utter kindness, selflessness, and love. I'm pretty confident the stop and start driving made her feel worse, but she was so kind to do that for me.

> Mom was always on time to pick me up every Tuesday for violin lessons, and every Wednesday for piano lessons. She always had my music, my violin, a snack and a Reliv for me once I got to the car. It's never been easy for my mom to drive because of her legs, but she made the sacrifice every week for years and years and years (not to mention all the years for my other siblings). And not to mention, she'd drive me into portland during rush hour traffic for my orchestra rehearsals on Monday's. I doubt that those were the places she wanted to be the most -- there was probably something that needed to be done at home, or she would have liked to do for herself. But she came, every week. I really appreciated how much violin was apart of her life as it was mine. Now that i'm working full-time, I'm realizing how precious money can be -- something to save -- yet, my parents even tight on finances (who isn't with 9 kids?), spared enough for me to learn and do something I loved.

> there are so many more reasons I love my mom, and so many more memories that are special to me. Luckily, everyday my whole family and I are blessed and influenced by my moms goodness. I am who I am because of my mom.

(i'd add more pictures, but I'm going to be late for work! will add more later :)




6 comments

  1. Beautiful tribute! She's the best. I realized how I completely missed out on you growing up at home. This was so fun to read about some of the things you did with mom.

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  2. Beautiful tribute! She's the best. I realized how I completely missed out on you growing up at home. This was so fun to read about some of the things you did with mom.

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  3. Beautiful tribute! She's the best. I realized how I completely missed out on you growing up at home. This was so fun to read about some of the things you did with mom.

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  4. Beautiful tribute! She's the best. I realized how I completely missed out on you growing up at home. This was so fun to read about some of the things you did with mom.

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  5. Sweet Emily, you are too generous to me with your praise. It humbles me. Makes me want to be a better mom. It was a joy to serve you, even during the difficult times when I didn't feel good. I'm so grateful we have those special times together. Love you so much! Thank you, for recording these memories. It means so much to me.

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  6. Fun to read about your sweet, sweet mom. Thanks for sharing!

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