Happy Mother’s Day

Take the Triond Challenge

The Triond Newsletter challenges us to write an honor to our mothers, and it is not like there is a shortage of information on the topic, in fact there is so much information and so little time that I hesitate to tackle the topic not wanting to do it an injustice. If my article comes out well, I give all honors to my mother, if not, then I have only to apologize and state I love, respect and honor my mother tremendously.

Mothers Motivate and Inspire

In October of 2008 I was compelled to write  The Force Behind the Wright Brothers. because  I was moved by the inspiration Susan provided her sons with. She has graduated top of her class in mathematics and was a mechanic of sorts. Remember the time frame we are discussing. It was a time when women were content with being a wife and mother, but she was so much more. Every where these two men looked they were hit with doubters and criticism, except on the home front. There mother welcomed exploration. She would bring buggy parts into the home and allow her children to play with machine parts and see what they could produce. She encouraged reading and studying. She inspired. She motivated, and she trusted her sons to make the right decisions even if they made a few wrong ones on the way.

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Mothers Encourage and Support

My mother was much the same in that she adored every poem and picture I ever created saving them for years. Her praise was abundant and the encouragement bountiful. She worked also, because my father’s pay check was not enough to support a family and the struggling business he was trying to create. While our father was often short tempered and unsupportive of us emotionally, Mom never showed the strain.

Mothers Instruct

Life had its rewards. Getting off the school bus daily we knew to prepare dinner and have it ready for our parents when they came in from work. (Our Mom taught us at an early age to cook, clean, and sew.) They both had factory jobs and would come in tired and hungry. Father would head out to his shop and work on car repairs for awhile and Mom would come in just as we were setting the table. After dinner she would go out to the shop and help Father while we cleaned up and sat down to our homework. We grew up without a television so did not have the added distraction.