Kind, Patient, Stoic and Tolerant – Qualities My Mother had in Spades
February 1st, 2008 by admin
Click, click, scroll, scroll. I am searching to advertise a personal project that helps our communities. I find an advertisement from someone who wants to help cancer research.
“Write a story about how wonderful your mum is.”
What a shame I can’t do that, I initially think. My mother died nearly 26 years ago, aged 55. We had a difficult relationship, but we loved each other nevertheless.
Like Carrie Bradshaw in ‘Sex and the City’……. “I got to thinking.”
Thinking long and hard. I hadn’t realized how wonderful, how courageous my Mother was until now.
After the initial stages of grief in my bereavement, I am ashamed to say I was not able to see her positive attributes until many years later, which crystallized for me as soon as I began my thought process following the reading of the advertisement.
It was one of those light bulb moments and I thought, yes, I can do this, and yes, my story deserves to be told, and let it be the ultimate memorial to my dear Mother whom I still miss so much.
She had it hard, my Mother. The twins she had after me both died, aged two weeks and three years respectively.
With her second husband, further grief with two miscarriages and a stillbirth. Did she complain or want to keep reminding me of what must have been unbearable sorrow? No, she simply got on with her life and worked hard to keep a roof over my head and food on the table.
Because of difficulties within the marriage, we became nomads. Going from one place to another every time she left my first stepfather, forgiving him, returning to him, then leaving him again. I used to dread yet another new school, having to make new friends all over again, being the odd one out.
Money was always tight and whereas once I used to resent not getting presents, new clothes, the latest whatever, I now see that she taught me a valuable lesson.
Never buy it, my mother would say, unless you already have the money. If you want it, save for it, and always make sure you have a bit put by for a rainy day.
To date, the only debt I have ever had has been a mortgage, and I thank my mother for teaching me the value of money and to be sensible with it. She also taught me, by having to earn and wait for whatever I wanted and needed, the invaluable lesson of being patient, and how much sweeter the fruit tastes if you’ve had to work hard for it and wait for it.
Being Italian, my mother would insist on speaking to me in Italian, much to my childish embarrassment (oh how I wanted not to be noticed, not to be different!) but of course I am now so grateful that I was able to maintain a second language which further helped to make learning French and Spanish much easier and my languages helped me to have an interesting career –but that’s another story!
I used to resent not having had it easy, and having had a strict mother. Later, I understood that love comes in my guises and that my mother was often just trying to protect me and make a decent human being out of me.
I like to think she succeeded, and that there may still be some little seeds she sowed which have yet to come to fruition. I certainly didn’t get spoilt, or was given much in the way of material goods.
Frankie,
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