God, Heaven and Hell: Better because of you … Mom

light remains

It’s my mom’s birthday today. She would have been 89 today … well, unless you asked her. Then she would have been 87. I found out after she died that she had been fibbing about her age … but just for all of my life. I thought my aunt made a mistake when she cited her birth date in the obituary. I guess back in that day, you didn’t want your fiancé to know you were older than him, so she claimed the birth year of her baby brother who deceased at 8 days of age. I found out a lot about my mom after she died …

I am a bit ashamed to admit that much of the time, I didn’t really appreciate her. I was aching to be one of the girls with the ‘white-picket fence’ moms. You know … the ones who baked cookies, had ‘sit-down’ suppers, attended the PTA meetings and took their daughters shopping for grad dresses. I was so envious of the girls who had mowed lawns, and siblings (especially the ones with older brothers who watched out for them). I wanted to be one of the girls that didn’t get their winter boots with a welfare voucher. And … I desperately DID NOT want to be the girl who found out their mom had been picked up for shop lifting. I hated being her. I know ‘hate’ is a strong word … but it really fits right here. I also hated that I got the mom that was found wandering aimlessly on the other side of town, crying and confused and they had taken her to the psyche ward. I didn’t want to be the one going to foster care … again. I wanted to be the one feeling sorry for the one going to foster care …

As I got older, I wanted the mom who made you chicken soup when you were sick, quilted baby blankets and brought casseroles for your freezer to celebrate the arrival of your new little cherub. I think I would have given up chocolate to have a mom who babysat your kids for you. I wanted the mom who would ‘be there’ when you didn’t think you could be a mother for even one more minute without hurting someone. I didn’t want the mom in a wheelchair. I wanted to be the girl that received calls offering to help instead of requesting it.

I really do miss what I wish  it could have been. BUT …

If I step out of THAT pity party for long enough, I can only feel so deeply blessed for all that we DID have. I had a mom, who gave up the very little that she did have to make sure I got the 36” bell bottoms from Black Sheep Boutique that all the two parent kids were wearing. God only knows what she went without and/or had to finagle so that could happen …perhaps this is where the shoplifting comes in?  I had the mom who slept in the front seat at the drive-in so my friends and I could eat popcorn in the back seat. I had the mom who talked with me for endless hours (even on school nights!) about deep philosophical subjects.  I had the mom who read cutting-edge books on psychology, religion, and new-age spirituality. She invited me to read them too.  She never once judged me for reading The Happy Hooker either.

And … what about God, Heaven and Hell?  I had the mom who equated God with LOVE. She said you can’t find God in a moment devoid of LOVE. I believe her. She told me that Heaven isn’t a place you go when you die … it’s an energy you experience when you are serving the greater good. She said Hell was the opposite. Hell was when you were out of integrity with your soul. It was when your spirit was suffering. That is pure hell.  I believe her. 

I had a mom who agreed to let me smoke at the age of 13 so I wouldn’t have to lie, sneak or betray my integrity about it. With her permission, I bought my first pack of smokes with two girlfriends. It cost us 20 cents each. (I forget who got the one cent change).  We each got eight ‘Craven M’s and we smoked them over tea and peanut buttered toast in my friend’s upstairs bedroom. I had the mom who trusted me to set my own curfew. And I came home on time. I had the mom who would put a few dollars (that she didn’t have to spare) into my wallet.  I would find it later, when I was out with friends.  I had the mom who never chastised me for getting puking drunk on dark rum and coke at my boyfriend’s sister’s wedding … she let the consequences teach me instead. I had a mom who bought ‘abstainers’ insurance instead, explaining that it was the best option given our meager budget. If I wanted to drive, I had to promise I wouldn’t drink. She trusted me. I was worthy of it.  I had the mom who left that car with me for a summer college class five hours away from home. She, despite her disabilities, opted to take the bus herself instead.

I had a mom who adored me.   She made sure I believed in myself … and … she cheered me on the very best she could. I had a mom who I KNEW BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT that she LOVED ME to the depths of her being. I’m not sure who I would have become had it not been for her unfailing love of me. Despite all her challenges … and … all the ways she was unable to ‘be there’ for me, I always, always, always KNEW she loved me. And yes … LOVE bridges darkness.

I really am so very grateful for all that we DID have.  I’m not sure I ever told her.

So, today, I am celebrating my mom because the light of her soul is still etched into my heart. And … her undying love is probably responsible for inspiring the very best parts of my humanity. There is no doubt about it Mom … I am so much better because of you … XOXO

Happy 89th 87th Birthday Mom!   And … thank you.   I mean it.  XO Karen


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19 thoughts on “God, Heaven and Hell: Better because of you … Mom

  1. A parents role is to get your kids ready for the world… Sounds like she did a good job.
    I know what you mean about the picket fence mum, I too longed for that whole set up. When you sit back and really think about the cards you got dealt, everything happens for a reason and we got the mum we needed.
    I enjoyed reading your post, and a big thanks to Sandra for helping us find great bloggers.

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    • Thank you Angela! I wholeheartedly agree … we DO get the mum we need. I’m so glad you stopped by … and yes, I too am very grateful to Sandra from helping us find other like minded souls! I hope to see you again soon! 🙂

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  2. This is so very beautiful! I love the light that “the light of her soul is still edged in my heart” part so so much… Again, thank you so much for sharing this post on the meet & greet. I’m so glad that I got to read this post thanks to that. I would have truly missed out on something!


  3. Hey little cuz. Reading this is a surprise and yet isn’t completely. Being one of the “children should be seen and not heard” generation I didn’t ask questions and my mom was a strict confidence keeper. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there for you more and understood the difficulties you were dealing with. It is a lovely tribute to your mom and to your very unique and loving relationship with her. Well lived, loved and said Karen!


    • Yes, I hear you Sandra. I’m guessing we’d probably all be a bit surprised if we were ever privy to all the unspoken details of each other’s lives. At this point though … it would be so lovely to have just a few moments more … with your mom and my mom and your dad and my dad … to ask the questions that I hadn’t yet thought to ask when they were all still here to answer.

      Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on this … it feels quite lovely to be able to include your voice in this reflective conversation. And … your mom’s integrity was one of the many virtues I so admired about her. 💛


  4. I love this beautiful celebration of your mom, who believed in you and loved you. Thanks for sharing this. I especially love her explanation of heaven–I will pass this along to my children during our next “heaven” discussion.


  5. Beautiful, Brillant, Honest and Raw! As I read your tribute to your mother I was so incredibly touched – my eyes filled with tears and my heart ached for the little girl. I’m in awe of the woman that you’ve become despite the less than “white picket fence” perfect childhood. You are so strong, so courageous and so incredibly forgiving and loving! Again I find myself saying thank you for the work that you do! Because of you I’ve been able to change the negative adjectives that I once used to describe my less than perfect childhood and replaced them with positive ones! You’ve given me permission to hold my head up and declare! I’m grateful and blessed for having the childhood that I did as it has shaped me into who I am today! Thank you Karen 💜💜💜

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    • Awe … your words land so tenderly in my heart. There is nothing more reassuring that hearing some kind words when you have laid your heart out in such a public way. I am so grateful for the love in your heart hat splashes so generously in my direction! Thank you Maria Beautiful for your heartfelt sharing, your thoughtful understanding, and your infinite kindness … it means more than you could ever imagine … xo


  6. Happy Birthday to your mom (Muriel)! I remember all those times, both the good and the challenging. Your mother had challenges but she was a good, kind, caring and compassionate soul. And just so you know………………I always envied you and wished I could have had your mom. Big hugs to you my friend. xo

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  7. This is such an incredibly beautiful tribute to your mom, Karen! Such mixed emotions I felt I as read your words….it is both heart-aching, but at the same time, heartwarming! What a gift your mom was in your life, as you are to so many others!

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