I’ve spent the last couple weeks getting well.  I’m on the road to recovery, but each time I get sick in these later years of life, I can’t help but think about my mother.  She was a remarkable woman, with strong moral values, great determination and wisdom she never realized she possessed.  I guess when we’re not feeling well, it’s natural to think about our mommies and their tender care, but I wonder if they ever know just how much we grow to depend on them even in our own aging.

Moms are always there with chicken soup and hot lemonade.  They check your temperature – take more time than usual with you – give extra hugs – listen to you and watch over you.   They get you to the doctor when necessary and make sure you get plenty of rest.  It’s a trait that God bestowed in the hearts of mothers, because we are the nurturers.

I look forward to the day when we’ll all be reunited in paradise, but in the meantime, my memories of my mother will never fade.



Did you know on that first day?

Was it apparent to you, just how much I needed you?

For nine months I’d rested snuggly inside of you,

Hearing the ever present beating of your heart,

Soon it grew fainter, but still I had you close to me,

Did you know on that first day?

That I would now become totally dependent on you,

For shelter,

For comfort,

For love,

For guidance, and yet,

In those early months you were also teaching me to be independent,

You gave me the gift of life,

With no limitations,

You set the bar and I followed,

As time went by, did you know?

That with each step, each adventure, each new beginning,

I held you close within,

You were the driving force in all that I did,

I wanted so hard to please you, yet I didn’t have to try,

You loved with unconditional love,

Undeserved at times,

Unrequited often,

Unselfish always,

Did you know that I heard every argument?

Did you know that I blamed myself?

Did you know that I couldn’t have gotten through most of my early life without you?

Did you know that I was testing your love each time I fought you?

I wanted boundaries,

I wanted guidelines,

I wanted rules,

Yet I also wanted to break them,

Did you know how proud I was of every thing you did?

You were so beautiful, so kind, so loving,

How could I not be proud of that?

Did you know that I cheered for you when things didn’t go your way?

Did you know that you were my greatest hero in life?

Did you know that even in your last hours,

I could still feel the beating of your failing heart as part of mine?

You have been gone for a long time now, but you live on,

Not in just a memory, but in the legacy you’ve left me,

The women of steel that came from your line continues,

You live on through them and through me,

Did you know, I will always love you?






As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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12 Responses to MOTHER, DID YOU KNOW?

  1. Elihu says:

    So much beautiful truth expressed here. It’s fascinating to me how, when we are younger, we strain to pull away from our parents, yet when we grow older we reach for them more and more for counsel and comfort. We also realize when we hit our 30s that our parents knew a lot more than we gave them credit for during our teens. I am thankful to have had good parents and I’m glad you did also!

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  2. Lee Poskey says:

    Breaker 1-9 Kathy, that was good. And your mom loved you to pieces.

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  3. This is so beautiful. You were blessed to have your mother, and she was blessed to have you.

    I am praying for your strength and healing.

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  5. I miss my mom too Kathy…

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