This month is Women’s History month, where we celebrate all the famous, powerful women of the world. It’s nice to recall the accomplishments of people like Amelia Earhart, Althea Gibson, Katherine Johnson and Harriett Tubman, to name a few. But what about those NOT so famous women. Women like your mother, MY mother, the neighbor mom with the special needs child? How about we celebrate those women?
I’ll start. I like to work on family history, and as I do, I have come to appreciate the strength of the women in my family history. In the last year, I have watched my mother show how strong she is. You see, not only did 2020 start with a pandemic, but also the health of my father began to decline.
I look back on the last year, and the years of growing up, I am in awe of the strength my mother has shown. My parents raised nine children. Yes NINE. While my father worked, my mother took care of all of us. She cooked and cleaned and made sure we got to school- sometimes, even walking us when we were scared to go. At night I would hear the sound of her old sewing machine, as she made a new dress for one of us, or hemmed up the pants that would be handed down. Life with a big family was always busy.
At the start of 2020 my father was deemed a fall risk. As strong as my mother is, she certainly can’t help him if he fell. You see, my mother’s eyesight is poor, and she has hearing aids. When she removes her hearing aids- she can’t hear. A hindrance for sure, when he needed help. So, it quickly was determined that we, the kids, would rotate one night a week each, to be there “just in case”. This is where I saw, even further, the strength of my mother- dad too.
On my night to stay with them, I would watch my mother as she would care for my father. I would catch sight of her sitting on the bed with him, as he had lunch. She would stay with him and they would watch tv together. But the most touching thing was when she would wake at 3 am. go in his room to see if he needed anything. Sometimes she would get a warm bucket of water and wash cloth and care for him, giving him the dignity he deserved. Being tired herself, she thought of him and his needs. The same way she had done for us as we were growing up.
I could see, over the course of the year, the wear on her face. The stress and how hard it was, but she never faltered. And so, in this month of honoring women, I think the highest honor goes to those like my mother. Those that lead by example. Those that show such compassion and love during the most trying times. Those that raised compassionate people, willing to spend one night a week, sleeping on a sofa with one eye open and an ear for “just in case”. Those women, that do what’s right because it’s right. No, my mother didn’t fly airplanes or run races, or work at NASA, but she did something just as heroic- she modeled what true strength and love is.
So here’s to you mom,
You’re the BEST.