Mother

MOTHER

We were about 7 and 8 years old at the time, my brother and I.  I don’t know why we did it—the water looked intriguing, the boat inviting and the lake serene. It was on the water’s edge where we had been playing, begging us to climb aboard—to explore.  We found ourselves drifting in a rowboat, in the middle of the lake, helplessly and longingly looking back to shore.  I was filled with remorse, thinking we would never see her again. We didn’t call for help. We didn’t cry. We sat bobbing up and down with the movement of the water. She was preoccupied setting the table, and unpacking the picnic basket.

 The water looked as if it had a million diamonds sprinkled over the top. I was intrigued by the sparkle and the dancing sunlight reflections. I looked at the trees around the lake. They seemed enormous to my childish eyes. I imagined the breezes were tickling the leaves making them laugh; sometimes so hard that one would be set free and flutter to float atop the water like a little green raft.

I had resigned myself to fate when I heard splashing and yelling. I looked up to see her frantically running through the water as fast as she could, pressing against the force of the water.  When she couldn’t touch bottom any longer, she swam to reach us and maneuver the boat back to shore.  She was like a mama bear protecting her cubs—nothing was going to get in her way or stop her.

I was never more thankful to have dry ground under my feet. I don’t remember her yelling at us or any threats to punish us, but whatever the punishment would have been did not matter, I would have gladly taken it, I was just happy to be safely on shore in her arms and care. That experience gave me a healthy fear of the water for a very long time.

After lunch, I remember we were very quiet as she sat in a lawn chair allowing the sun to dry her clothes.

Mother’s often are unsung heroes. They love, protect, serve, teach and give sacrificially. There isn’t much that a mother would not do for her child. So on this Mother’s Day, I’d like to say, thank you Mom, for helping to shape me into the person I have become. I miss you.  And to all mother’s, know that you are appreciated, even when it is not spoken.  You are the glue that holds us all together. Happy Mother’s Day.

 

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