Has anyone read the book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten? It is by a brilliant author named Robert Fulghum. The book contains short essays, often humorous, about the important lessons the author has learned from everyday life. I was first introduced to the book by my mother. In fact, after she observed how much I loved the book she actually gave me her copy. It is still one of my most treasured books (and I own hundreds of books).
Today I was thinking about my mom. It is her birthday this weekend and in the process of trying to come up with an appropriate gift I was led to ponder what makes my mother so amazing. As I contemplated, I realized that everything that makes me who I am, that shapes my life, and that truly has meaning in my life stems from my mother. Who needs kindergarten? Here’s what I learned from my mom:
v Read! Some of my favorite memories come from reading with my mom. As a former kindergarten teacher my mother had a fantastic collection of children’s books. When we were younger we used to gather on the couch with a stack of books and cuddle together as we listened to story after story. As we got older reading time changed slightly, but it remained an important and treasured part of our lives, especially in the summer. During that season we all helped my dad work on our ranch. We would come in for lunch tired and hot. After a tasty homemade meal, we would all move to the living room to listen to Mom read. We sprawled across the couches and floor and made ourselves comfortable. Mom picked out wonderful books. Some favorites I can remember are Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, Ramona Quimby, Age 8, the Paddington books, Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze, and The Indian in the Cupboard. They were wonderful books with stories that are ageless. Just the sight of these books makes me smile to this day. As we listened we learned to appreciate the written word. Using our imaginations we summoned up pictures of incredible places and became a part of each tale. In addition, we were learning vocabulary, sentence structure, and proper grammar, although we were completely unaware. Today I still love to read. I am currently immersed in David Copperfield and This I Believe, both great works. My profession now centers around passing along this appreciation for a well-written text to a new generation. I learned to read from my mom.
v Take time to squish mud between your toes. My mom is an avid gardener. Every summer my dad tills a plot for her in the corral and she sets to work with hoe, seeds, and unwilling children in hand. She plants tomatoes, green peppers, onions (her salsa garden), corn, green beans, zucchini, potatoes, strawberries, peas, and more. Then she spends the summer weeding and watering all those growing green things. However, along with all the work there are many little moments of stopping to simply enjoy. It is always exciting to find the first little tomato hidden between the leaves. Digging potatoes is made more fun by the chance to spray them off and get completely soaked in the process. And of course, you have to play in the mud. Each row of vegetables has a small ditch alongside it to make watering easier. Mom puts a hose at the top of this ditch and lets the water slowly run down to the end of the row. When it makes it there, the hose is moved to the next little ditch. However, sometimes we would get busy and forget to move the water. It would seep out the end of the ditch forming a large mud flat. By the time we got out to the garden the mud would be saturated and perfectly mushy. Then the fun would begin. Mom could never resist good mud, so off would come the shoes. It seems we could never get enough of laughing together about the feeling of soft brown mud in between our toes. Eventually summer came to a close, and the results of that garden made everyone happy. Fresh salsa, peas and new potatoes glazed in real butter, and the most heavenly strawberry jam you have ever tasted. Gardens, and the “stop and smell the roses” moments they foster, are wonderful things.
v Practice makes beautiful music. My mom has always been good at saving money. When she was in college she had a savings account which she contributed to on a regular basis. By the time she married my dad, she had a decent amount of money in the account. Having an innate love of beautiful music, my mom used the money to purchase a piano as soon as they had moved into their first house. I was three at this point. The only piano music I had ever heard was the hymns and primary songs played at church. Mom sat down at the piano and played the Beer Barrel Polka. It is a rousing polka that is a lot of fun to play. When she finished I exclaimed, “I didn’t know our piano was that kind of piano!” I think she decided then that I had better learn a little bit more about the piano. When I was halfway through my second grade year Mom took me to my first piano lesson. I loved it! However, it didn’t take many hours of practicing on the hard bench for me to decide maybe it wasn’t as great as I initially thought. Yet, Mom persisted in encouraging me through the ups and downs. I took lessons until I was a freshman in college, with only one or two summers off. Playing the piano has been one of the most rewarding things I have done. When I am at home, Mom always tells me how much she enjoys listening to me play. The experience with piano has carried over into other areas of my life. Some of my favorite hobbies are the result of long hours of highly unpleasant practicing. Thanks to that lesson learned from my mom, I can now dance, quilt, crochet, and play the organ. Life is full of possibilities for those who are willing to put in the hours.
v Celebrate every day. My mom loves holidays. We have traditions for nearly every holiday. Just before Christmas Mom makes loads of scrumptious gingerbread cookies which we proceed to decorate with brightly colored icing and pounds of candy. Afterward, some cookies are quickly consumed while others are delivered to friends and neighbors. Thanksgiving includes folding fancy napkins, creating cute edible centerpieces, and two lucky people breaking the wishbone. On Halloween Mom made sure we always had awesome costumes, often sewn or put together by her. Last year, however, was even better than years we had previously had. My mom found a calendar (most likely on the Family Fun website) that had a holiday or observance for every single day of the year. I think she probably did an excited little jig when she found it, although I wasn’t there. Suddenly every day became a celebration. We observed National Yo-Yo Day by eating Oreos and trying to learn some new yo-yo tricks. National Chocolate Ice Cream day meant churning our own ice cream on the front lawn. Every day was exciting as we wondered what holiday was up next. I don’t think I have ever had that much fun before. We laughed a lot. This year my mom sent me my own holiday calendar. I have tried to observe a few days. I think my mom figured out something special though. Even without a calendar of holidays, there is something to celebrate each day of our lives. Live happy!
v Cooking should feed the soul, not just the body. One of my absolute favorite smells is homemade bread, fresh out of the oven, with butter dripping down the smooth brown crust. I used to come home from school to that smell quite often. My siblings and I would walk in the door, see the bread, and immediately ask, “Is that for us?” You might think that is a silly question, but Mom was always making food for other people. She made bread for new neighbors, cookies for Relief Society functions, cupcakes to take to school on kids’ birthdays, and lasagna to deliver to new moms. When I was little I used to hate it. Why should she cook all that tasty food for other people? As I grew a little older, the smells were still torturous, but I began to enjoy helping Mom with the cooking and making the deliveries. I drew closer to my mother and reaped the warmth and joy that come from sharing our food, talents, and love with those around us. Mom says she learned about sharing good food and friendship from her mother. I think that is a tradition I would like to keep passing on.
v Family is worth it all. I am the oldest child of 11. I once asked my mom why she and Dad chose to have so many kids. Her response was that they hated the idea of children going to homes in places where they wouldn’t have caring parents, enough food, or knowledge of Jesus Christ. They decided they would like to give a loving home to as many kids as they could support and care for. I am intensely grateful for that decision. There have definitely been times when I would have liked to be an only child. For instance, three teenage girls in one bedroom can be a nightmare and 13 people around the dinner table means noise like you would not believe. So many kids also meant we got to be the ranch hands when my dad needed help. Yet, I learned to get along with people of every personality type. I have never had to feel like no one cares about me. I have ten siblings, two parents, and a grandpa just in one house who would do just about anything for me! I know how to work and I know how to play hard without spending a ton of money. When all is said and done my family makes life worth living and it was my mom who really showed me how to enjoy every minute of the time we have together.
My mom will probably read this and tell me she is just an ordinary woman and doesn’t do anything special. But I will disagree because my mom is amazing and someone needs to brag about her every once in awhile. She makes my world go round, and I love her more than she knows. Happy Birthday Mom! I love you!
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