It’s Mother’s Day in France tomorrow. This is my mother. She taught me many things. She taught me to be kind to people. She taught me to be responsible. She taught me to be happy. I could do whatever I wanted in my life as long as I was happy.
She taught me to laugh. I didn’t think of my mother as a funny person, but she had a sense of humor. She must have. She married my dad. She was a waitress when she met my dad. He was a cook. On her first day she asked him where the bathroom was. He pointed and said, “mention my name, get a good seat.”
She taught me to love and support your marriage. She loved my dad until he died. As a widow, she stayed present for teenage-me, to carry me into adulthood. She taught me strength. She taught me independence.
She taught me honesty. I remember her response after I told her about what a crappy day I had. “You must feel like a real loser,” she says. I laughed. I laughed because it was true. After stating the obvious, the only way was up.
My mother raised six kids without complaint. Her kids grew up to be great people.
Her advice to me every time I visited her, “Jean, don’t get old.”
Happy Mother’s day to my mom. She is resting peacefully now.