Some people come into our lives without great circumstance. They are the types who are content to stand in the shadows rather than the spotlights. They would just as soon choose a corner table and visit with close friends than have the adoration of acquaintances spooned on them. If they are called to speak, they shy away. When they are asked to take credit for their good works they acknowledge the accolade with a nod and then quietly continue on with their work. Often (dare I say always?) these are the types who impact our lives the deepest.
My mother is this type.
She wears many hats, but here are just a few:
She is a teacher—a teacher who for fifteen years has chosen to teach at low income, bilingual schools so that she can make the most difference. She develops programs for the gifted children and ESL programs for Spanish-speaking children and parents. She comes up with Discovery clubs for the kids who always want to know the why and the more then tutors for free those that are plain falling behind. She loves what she does and she is good at what she does, though she does it one child at a time.
She is a mother. I am the oldest of five children and there have been few days in my life where I have not talked to her. Checking in to say hello and ending with, “I love you,” is a routine that developed since I moved away from home fifteen years ago. It’s the same with my brothers and sisters.
She is a wife and a friend. She and my dad have been inseparable since they were fifteen years old. She has many other friends too, though she is shy at making them at first.
She is a reader. For me reading was encouraged at a very young age. Because of her example, I learned to read young and never stopped reading. If my mother takes the time to sit still, there is a book in her hand.
She is a poet. I entertained the possibility of one day writing myself when I saw that my mother liked to craft words. She thought of writing kid’s books too, but what I read was her poetry. Perhaps that poetry has never left her high school journals or her yearly Christmas cards, but I learned to love the idea of being a writer from her hand. She was the doorway to the creative world I now embrace.
This is impact.
So many lives have been made richer but particularly mine because of this quiet woman. She makes everything better when she is around. And she’ll smack me for just putting this on my simple blog since she thinks she requires no praise. But she does. She needs to know how much I love her, admire her, and how many people have been affected by her. Because this week we found out that her ovarian cancer has relapsed. And all that’s left to fight it are clinical trials far away from home. So please, whatever your religion, pray for her. She might not need the extra prayers, but I need to know they are being offered in her behalf.
And not to take away from this post, but I wanted to say hello to all the new followers I came back to this week. I haven’t been over to your places yet (for the reason mentioned above) but I will. I’ll also be planning a Welcome 100 Follower’s Party too, very soon.