In praise of mothers

May 9, 2019

Michael Wilcox, Publisher/Editor

This weekend we raise our glass and offer praise to the mothers of the world. I can think of no group of people that deserve our accolades more than those individuals that shaped our formative years.

Mike Wilcox
Mike’s Musings Columnist

I never gave my mother enough credit. While my dad was working crazy hours as a journalist and politician, my mother was largely responsible for seeing that my four siblings and I had a comfortable, largely worry-free upbringing.

My mother was the person that instilled the values I cherish to this day. She taught us that all people were equal no matter their race, religion or economic status. She taught us to be independent and that a hard day’s work was essential. She was a strict disciplinarian, and at the time I was not fond of her rules and regulations, but over the years I grew to understand the importance of those rules.

Men are what their mothers made them.
     — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wish I could have spent more time with her before dementia robbed her of her final years. But like my father before me, I was immersed in work and never had enough time, so I thought, to pay her a visit on a regular basis.

Oddly enough, when my siblings and I were forced to put her in a memory care home, I visited her every Sunday for three years. I couldn’t see her when she was healthy and enjoying life, but all of a sudden when she doesn’t even know who I am, I’m by her side every Sunday. Go figure.

A mother loves her children even when they least deserve to be loved. 
     — Kate Samperi

I would be remiss on getting on my soapbox about dementia/Alzheimers. I know of no disease that is worse. My mother went through all the stages. She began forgetting the simplest of things and then progressed to the point where she could remember nothing. All the while she was physically healthy. She could walk, toss a ball and rarely was sick. But when she talked it was mostly gibberish. She was in another world. I wouldn’t wish this disease on my worst enemy.

Mothers do so much and get very little credit. Some have full time jobs as well as taking care of their homes. They clean the house, do the laundry, make breakfast, lunch and dinner and then are expected to attend school functions that their children participate in. Imagine my mother who did all of this for her five children. No wonder she was crabby every so often.

This Sunday will give me the opportunity to remember the great times I had with my mother. It will also be a day to pay tribute to my wife who raised two beautiful daughters. It will be a day in which all of us will hopefully recognize the contributions and sacrifices mothers make for the good of their children.

All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
     — Abraham Lincoln 

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