Mom, I Get It Now…

Mom, I Get It Now...

We all have mothers and as we proceed through our lives, we sometimes question the actions of our mothers. Obviously, we stand in a different place in time, look at things from our perspective, our generation.

I have vivid memories of the phone calls my mother and I had every night around 5:00. No matter how long I had been married, no matter whether she was still working or now retired, we had our five o’clock phone call. Every week day and often on the weekends.

My mother was always supportive of me, my choices, but I smile remembering the phone calls when my daughters were both in grade school.
We had a wall phone, the one with the long cord. Mom would call, begin with the simple aspects of her day and mine. But then she would often launch into what was going on in THE WORLD, and often it was about children starving in Africa or a war that had forced families from their homes. MY MOTHER HAD A HUGE HEART. But while we were chatting, daughter Number One would pull at my arm needing help with a math question—daughter Number Two often right behind her with a similar question.

Sometimes, I would smile, trying to stay with my mother’s conversation, maybe pointing at something that might help with the math question, or whispering some direction. Often I would walk into the living room (the cord would take me) so as to escape my daughters, give my mother an answer, give her the attention and time she also deserved.
I don’t remember being further confused by call-waiting. But I do remember I was often trying to prepare dinner, so there was some food either on the stove or in the oven. Let’s just say it could become a mini-chaos.


But my mother was RIGHT. Her heart and mind were open to critiquing the laws and actions of governments that bind us together, that make the environment we experience safe for raising children, for our very lives. I was fortunate and my mother needed to tell me about those who were suffering. She needed to share with another human being her feelings about the lack in government, the laws that were wrong. My mother was totally amazing. And now that my children are grown, now that I am living those “beyond children” decades, I better understand my mother’s giving and passion.


That understanding has even worked its way into my fiction. This from a work-in-progress.
Ella would always defend her practice of medicine, because she was a part of it—medicine was what she was. It was not unlike when she had defended certain aspects of current culture to her mother. Cecile ripped apart the changing mores of society, but Ella defended change, because the result was Ella’s society and culture. She lived in it and dealt with it and so had defended it. She couldn’t condemn what was part of her, what she had embraced and brought Sarah into. If she had condemned all of it, then she would be condemning herself.
But now? The awful things that happened to other people had happened to her, had touched Ella and David in the tenderest of places. Their daughter was missing. Sarah was gone. Gone because of a society full of people who did not obey basic laws and mores; gone because Sarah’s mother and father were a part of it, hadn’t fought it, and had, over time, insidiously succumbed to it.


No matter where you live, Dear Reader, or your age or the ages of
those you love, we all must care every day about what is happening in our country and to our democracy. We all must read and seek TRUTH, educate ourselves. We cannot turn away, saying:

“What goes on over there won’t hurt me.”

Or “I’ve got money in the bank, so I’m okay.”

Or “It’s not hurting me so I don’t really care.” IT CAN HURT YOU.

My mother believed in connection. Maybe walking the streets of Chicago to the train or sitting in doctor’s offices as she aged or talking to me about my day or SIMPLY LOVING HER FAMILY, made her a stalwart believer in making things right. In helping others.

I think of her often. I do my best with my actions, words and thoughts–like this blog post. And once again, I thank you for reading and I think the drawing above adds to the message. 

P.S. This post is late because we did not have internet access for almost two days. So I apologize for the delay and thank my dear friend RENA, for helping me with this.