Pain and Laughter in my Mothers Blue Eyes

DuitByJames By DuitByJames, 13th Sep 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2izhlk34/
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Who is really the Patient One? Dad is working full time and part time into the night. I dont really know if mother ever sleeps. Parental sacrifice is full of pain and sorrow. The rewards out way the losses. Mother and father play as much as we do. mom buys donuts for the whole neighborhood. Mothers Blue Eyes.

Who is really the patient one

Mom was always saying how patient my father was and I must agree, he did practice it on all of his children a lot of the time. Now that I have four children, I would say he prayed for strength and wisdom and this was shown through his stubborn determination and nurturing attitude. He was usually gone before I woke up and would get home at dark, Monday through Saturday, but always found time to spend with each one of us. As we got older the cost of taking care of us kept getting higher. The stress of supporting five children and my mother was starting to change his appearance. My mother was, always able encourage me by saying something like, would you like me to help when you make cookies today? Sometimes I would hear her crying and go to her and say are you hurt? She would hold up her needle with embroidery thread and say no, I just poked my finger. Then she would smile and put a finger from the other hand to my lips and say here you can kiss it and make it feel better. I know she had more patience.

Dad is working full time and part time

Dad started spending more time working, even part of Sunday. One weekend, I think it was a Saturday, he told mom he was taking me with him on a milk run. This was a trip with a large refrigerated twenty six foot box van, hauling crates of bottled milk from Denver to Colorado Springs and stocking small stores. I'm telling you, for a four and a half year old this was some big deal. I was sitting between the driver and my dad, everything was so huge. The sound of the engine was almost too much to bear. When my dad put me up on his lap it was like I was in a different world. like being in a spaceship traveling through the unknown. Something inside, is telling me that mom told dad, about about me kissing her finger. She didn't want me to worry.

I don't realy know if mother ever sleeps

I don't remember my mother sleeping a lot during those years unless my father was home. It seemed to me like she didn't have to sleep. she got up before dad and made his breakfast. Got us up for the breakfast she cooked for us. Then mom would help us do chores, before sewing our clothes. When I got in bed, she was awake. We were taken care of and on our way to dream land. Dad made sure she slept in on Mothers Day.

Parental sacrifice is full of PAIN AND SORROW

My first sister is seven years older then me and my first brother is three years older and both were being treated for polio at this time. This of course wasn't a part of my perception of life, but brings a great deal of meaning and understanding to the sacrifice's they were enduring. I know now as a parent there are things you don't talk to your children about, because it is not their responsibility and they have no way of understanding them. I thank God my parents were wise enough to let us have our own destiny and not impose their suffering on us. It is through their example that I understand the pain and sorrow of a parents love.

Mother and father play as much as we do

Mother and father where ornery and full of fun. The first time I saw them play; I was sitting on the floor and looked up to see my dad at the kitchen door, with a small cluster of green grapes. He plucked one off between his thumb and index finger, taking careful aim; he made it fly so it landed inside the collar of my moms blouse. She got up and said your'e going to get it now. She ran to him and tickled his ribs, making him laugh. Later he was working with his grape vines out in the back yard and mom crept up behind him with the garden hose and let the water flow down his spine into the back of his pants. They sprayed each other back and forth, everyone was laughing.

Mom buys donuts for the neighborhood

Summer was such a special time back then. Mother would visit with all the other moms in the neighborhood and organize visits of children on some sort of rotation, so all the mothers could get a break. In the summer it was normal to be woken up by a neighborhood friend and go eat cereal at the table and vice-verse. Mom would always put back some money from tax return, for two things. A. A block party picnic with everybody. and, B. For some reason my favorite, great big raised donuts with chocolate icing for every child and mother on the block.

Mothers Blue Eyes

Now please don't be too upset. My story must now fast forward seventy nine years. I will try to help you understand. It will take some time to finish what I have started. My father after living in my home for five years has moved away for constant health care and to be close to my baby sister three years younger. On December twelve twenty twelve, after three weeks of prayer by my mothers side; mom told my father she was sorry, "it's time for me to leave you." Father said "I know" in a broken voice, he was too sick and couldn't leave. Forty five minutes later in a hospital room; I held her hands in my left hand, placed my right hand behind her head and she smiled at me like she always did. I leaned forward touching her forehead with mine and as I did, her hands went limp. When I pulled back and faced her again; I still saw that smile with the pain and laughter in my mothers blue eyes.

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Laughing, Laughter, Mother, Mothers, Mothers Day, Mothers Love, Pain, Pain Sorrow

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author avatar DuitByJames
Cheerful craftsman that enjoys remodeling, new technology,
quality time in the out doors. Married with children and grandchildren.
Now working as skilled tradesman on assignment.

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author avatar Vartika
14th Sep 2012 (#)

Touching! No one can love us the way our parents do. I pray for her eternal peace.

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author avatar DuitByJames
15th Sep 2012 (#)

I received a writers reference manual on loan from my daughter. Now I have no excuse for turning in work like this to a moderator. I will be editing and polishing as I learn .

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author avatar DuitByJames
15th Sep 2012 (#)

Thankful that johnnydod moderated my edit so promptly thank you.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
18th Sep 2012 (#)

What a touching share, James! Let all parents read this as a manual to be followed! There is no limit to parental love unless we close the tap! The affection and care should be mutual like in your case - siva

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author avatar DuitByJames
18th Sep 2012 (#)

Thank You

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author avatar vpaulose
23rd Sep 2012 (#)

Very touching. Thank you James.

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author avatar Sandralee
8th Oct 2012 (#)

Seldom do tears reach out and this touched my heart. As i sat and blotted the tears.

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author avatar DuitByJames
9th Oct 2012 (#)

Thank You Sandralee, this article was a moving on tribute, as my father has moved to be close to my sister after living with my wife and I for six years.

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author avatar Denise O
9th Oct 2012 (#)

Oh geesh, I am crying like a baby, what a sweet and tender story. What a wonderful son your parents raised. Thank you so much for your heart warming story of the wonderful mother of yours.:)

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author avatar DuitByJames
10th Oct 2012 (#)

This was very hard for me to write but a letting go that had to be. I know a tribute can be overwhelming on the positive but this was for my own realization of what my parents sacrifices had been. Thank You.

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