I was blessed to have a great mom. She was an incredible person, in just about every way. She was the kind of person that you loved to be around. Everyone loved talking to her, because she was an amazing listener, she really cared about you and what you had to say. She had this way about making you feel comfortable and good about yourself. Mom was a student of life, loved learning and studied many subjects. I’d often find her researching something on the computer; the history of a country, the life of a famous musician or world leader, or anything that sparked her intrest. She was a woman of faith. She loved the Lord and had a very close relationship with Him. Talking to her and being around her made you want to do better, and be better. She never gossip-ed. Not once, did I hear her gossip. She spoke and acted like a lady, (something that i’m still working on). She was refined in every way. She was wise, and her counsel or advise was pretty spot on. She was a devoted and loyal friend. She loved music, art, culture, people, laughing and life. She loved good food, time with family, and a great conversation. She had this delightful and contagious giggle, a beautiful smile, and sparkly green eyes. She was one of my very favorite people in the world, and next to my sister T, my most dear and best friend. Like all mothers, they have the most beautiful and profound impact on your life. You love them with all your heart. I will never doubt that she loved me. I still feel connected to her and I know her spirit is alive as ever, and i’m sure radiant and more beautiful than I can imagine. But oh, how I miss her terribly.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2005, which then returned again in 2009. She fought cancer bravely, selflessly, and courageously. The last 2.5 years of her life I was fortunate enough to see her almost on a daily basis, in which I worked on her life’s history. At the time, I had a feeling that I should help her work on it, inspiration from a loving Heavenly Father to help my mom share her life history and for her daughter to learn and know that life. We didn’t finish the history, but we did capture over 100 pages of experiences and lessons from her life. The thought came to me the other day, to share her “life lessons” on a weekly basis on my blog as I think that we all can benefit from her life and her lessons. There is power in remembering. There is power in feeling connected to our loved ones who have passed on. To listen. To apply. Building on the foundation of their lives and the things they taught us and what we can learn from them.
It is in that spirit, that I hope to share some of the “Life Lessons” of my Mom. I plan to post weekly with an excerpt from her history.
Now in this thing we do rejoice; and we labor diligently to engrave these words upon plates, hoping that our beloved brethren and our children will receive them with thankful hearts, and look upon them that they may learn with joy and not with sorrow neither with contempt, concerning their first parents. Jacob 4:3
For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God: for we know that it is by grace that we are saved after all we can do. 2 Nephi 25:23
I want this to be a record and a testimony of the things that I have learned in my life, so that my children and grandchildren can benefit from the things, which have blessed me. I think that as a parent you want the best of your life to be with your children, you want to share the experiences that have taught you and blessed your life so that those truths can continue on to bless their lives. And so I write, something I am not comfortable with nor do I find easy, but I will not live forever and I will not always be around to tell the stories and teach the lessons. Perhaps, if I write them down, there will be times when they are read and benefit my posterity long after I am gone. I also know that these are not the only lessons in life nor are they necessarily the most important ones. There are many lessons I have not yet learned and many things I may have brought with me and just knew, gifts from a loving father who knew what I needed to be successful in my earth experience. But these experiences written here are a few things I learned and felt they were important enough to pass on.
I just heard a quote, it is not what a person writes that is important, but what they choose to write about, and this gives me comfort, which the importance of what I do is in the subjects, not in the mechanics…. I have hope…