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For anyone who has followed the blog on my website, this will be old hat. For anyone who hasn't it will be new hat :) My mother was born on this day. I can't let the day pass without some kind of tribute. Since my words are the best tribute I can give her, other than the way I live my life which falls way short, it is how I celebrate it.
My mother was an exceptional woman. She was both old and new school. She believed that the family revolved around the husband and wife (which I also believe), and that is how she taught her children. She was the most creative person I ever knew. She could sing, she could paint, she could write, she was amazing, and very few people appreciated her talents while she was alive. Even me. But I appreciate them now.
Every shred of creativity I have, I got from her. My ability to paint, my ability to see a bigger picture, my ability to sing, my ability to think in broader terms, my tolerance, and whatever ability I have to write, all came from her, and she was blessed with it from all sides.
My grandfather was a ventroloquist, a painter, and even a singer when the mood struck him. He wasn't the model husband for he found a new hill over every horizon. My grandmother and mother were more focused and chose to share their talents on the hill they were standing on.
No one had more faith and more belief in God than my mother, but she wasn't "dug in" to a particular philosophy. While she was, throughout her life, and at her death, a Christian, she was tolerant of all beliefs which finally, after years of study, I understood and also believed.
When she was "born again" she did remarkable work with the Indian Missions but she didn't have a judgmental bone in her body. She knew (by whatever means) that the Lord applauded a "right heart" and that no works on the planet would make up for that. She diminished NO man's religion, and she just lived her faith.
She has artistic work in the LBJ presidential library, and she did what she had to do in order to fulfill what she believed was her charge.....to make the way easier for her husband and children.
She occasionally let that judgment misguide her common sense, but I do not fault her for it. She did what she thought was right, and what better thing is there to do? We all have to do what we think is right.
I owe her all my intrinsic qualities. So do my sisters. She was flawed as we all are, but her heart was ALWAYS right. God knew that, and there is no doubt in my mind that she rests in eternal bliss.
I could not let her birthday pass without a statement of what she was, and is. She wasn't perfect. She was a woman who took her cues from her mother, her father, her grandparents, and her faith. No one on the planet can fault that.
I can't let today pass without telling her and my limited world (for she sees) how much I love her now, and always loved her. I can't let it pass without saying how much she impacted my life (even with her occasional "guilt tactics", and how much I owe her for whatever I am. I am a paltry copy of what she was. If everyone on the planet exhibited the love and tolerance she did, the world would be quite a wonderful place.
Happy Birthday, Mother, I love you.
Claire
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