| Six childrens hands and our Mother's |
Every Sunday we were all dressed, shoes shined, hair curled and swept off the Sunday School and Church. Even on the days my Mother did not attend, she made sure her brood of 6 did!
We grew up in a subdivision called Roebuck in Birmingham, Al and when Mother had dinner on the table she yelled out the door, “All the Bonta’s come home”! Six little kids came running from all over the neighborhood. Wonder if we were that hungry or afraid another sibling would eat our food??
We lived in a small house with 3 bedrooms and 1 bath; 6 kids, parents and a Grandfather! Talk about crowded, but it was our life and today I know it was instrumental in to making me who I am today!
Time went on, and I became a teenager and as all teenagers do, I knew what was best for me and started to pull away from my Mother as well as every other “adult” in my life. My mother made sure we all had a job by the age of 16. No laying around the house for us on Saturdays. We began to learn work ethics and the meaning of the words, “nothing in life is free”.
When I got married and left home to become my “own person”, I maintained an off and on again close relationship with my Mother. I never strayed from my Mother, just sometimes closer than others.
My young adult life consisted of marriage, having children, divorcing, and then trying to make it on my own. I became busy with my own career, picking up kids from daycare, homework, housework, yard work, cooking, taking my own children to church, dating, and somewhere in the shuffle, my Mother had to settle for an occasional telephone call, occasional visit, and numerous greeting cards. Holidays were always a time for a huge meal, lots of gifts, and to accept love and appreciation for each other. We all loved Holidays!
As my life changed and my own children grew, we revised traditions with holidays and my Mother and Dad became guest in our own homes. I never remember my Mother complaining about any of the adjustments, she just wanted all her children together. As a matter of fact, I never remember about my Mother complaining about anything or any situation (except of course the occasional ups and downs with my Dad). Life for my parents was a financial struggle and I have always felt she never had the life she truly deserved. My Mother was a wonderful, loving, and giving person.
In the natural order of life's events parents die before their children. I have lived through this “natural order”.
In the natural order of life's events parents die before their children. I have lived through this “natural order”.
You only have one Mother, if you are lucky to still have her, cherish her and appreciate the life she gave you and all the sacrifices she made to allow you to become the person you are today.
The loss of my Mother is a life-changing event for me. It is a great time to sit back and look at my own life, overcome behaviors that no longer serve God, and rejuvenate my life. What more could a Mother wish for than for her child to blossom and do well in life? Isn’t t his really what we all want? What a wonderful testament to her love for me, if I can move beyond her death and into the joy that comes from successfully and healthfully processing my grief toward healing. With the help of our Savior Jesus Christ and my faith, I know I can. I know I've done it right when my sweet and wonderful memories stay sweet and wonderful.
Mom, you will be sorely missed but I will see you again someday. Give Dad my love!
Love,
Kelly





