I think a lot about my mother, and what an excellent role-model she is, in her humble and unassuming way. She is the epitome of resilience, taking whatever life throws at her and turning it into good – always for the greater good of others.
After the deaths of her husbands (yes, two of them), she worked so hard to make sure we never felt poor or neglected in any way. And her generosity was always extraordinary, even though we never measured anything in terms of cash or material possessions:
Whatever little she earned throughout her life has always been used to make our lives easier in some way or another, but the thing she made sure she had and shared abundantly, was her time. She has always had time for us.
Even now, at 70 years old, she is full-time carer of her own mother, and any days that she is relieved are spent caring for grandchildren or visiting her 99 year old former mother-in-law to ensure she has company at the nursing home.
My mother is a Good Person. The best I can be, as a person, is more like her.
Nancy Roman‘s beautiful description of her own mother reminds me of why I always choose a single scoop of icecream.
When people talk about “Attitude.” they are usually referring to a bad one.
I know what that means. I was told often enough that I had a “Bad Attitude.” Usually by a boss because I showed a lack of tolerance for a stupid decision. But that was early in my career, and it was quite true. But I learned. I learned that I couldn’t make every decision for my company, and even decisions that I disagreed with may actually work out. And I learned that my co-workers were mostly just like me, trying to pay their bills and make it through the week. So I kept my bad attitude for big stuff – immoral or unfair behavior – both at work and in my personal life. Which meant that, overwhelmingly, my attitude was tolerant and happy. My attitude was kind.
And so I became my mother.
I cannot be more…
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