On Friday, January 17th (last week) my mother
went home to be with Jesus. She was 87 years old, so had lived a long life. Regardless
of the age, you’re never prepared to lose a parent. I thank God Mom’s passing
was peaceful, and I was by her bedside when she took her last breath.
I learned many lesson from Mom. She only had an eighth grade
education, and wasn’t an academic genius by any means. My dad was the
intellectual of the two, but both my parents were hard workers and resourceful.
I grew up in a time when the welfare system as we know it
today didn’t exist. I praise God for that because I learned valuable lessons on
how to make ends meet. My dad was in the construction business, and back in
the 50’s, my dad would say construction was a “feast or famine” occupation.
For families to survive during financially lean times, people
had to be creative. Both my parents were. I don’t remember how many summers we
packed up after school let out. We headed to California or Washington to work
in summer crops. In Phoenix, my parents worked in the citrus or picking cotton.
Somehow we made it.
I also grew up with parental roles in our household being
interchangeable. My dad could cook, iron and clean house if he needed. My mom
could paint, pour cement, and climb on the roof for repairs if necessary.
Mom would take things others discarded and make something
out of it to sale. We tagged along with her through alleys, junk yards, and
dump sites. When I was young, it was an adventure. As I grew older, it was an
embarrassment. “Digging through garbage at the dump, Mom! How embarrassing!”
But I’m grateful now. We didn’t survive because the
government supported us. We survived because my parents found ways to generate
income.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.