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It is October 18, 2010, and it is my mother's birthday today.  If she were alive she would be 78 years old, and very angry that I was sharing her age with anyone.  Oh, how I loved my mom.  She was so wise and taught me so many things, without me knowing that she was teaching me anything!  I think of her everyday, and the important things she taught me. 

 

I wanted to make her "Campfire Stew" and as I was rummaging through my recipes I came across something she sent me many, many years ago.  I guess I keep it with my recipes because so many of them are written in her handwriting and I think she would get a kick out of me remembering her while I was in the kitchen.

 

I share it with you because this was one of her main philosophies regarding raising children.  Jim and I have no children, so I feel compelled to share it with those who do:

 

Doing Your Job

 

"You don't love me!"  How many times have your kids laid that one on you?   Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic motivating a mother, I'll tell them:

 

I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going and what time you would get home.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned you bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to ignore what every other mother did or said.

I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt and fail.

I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be.

Most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it.

Some mothers don't know when their job is finished.  They figure the longer the kids hang around, the better parents they are.

I see children as kites.  You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.  You run with them until you're both breathless ... they crash ...you add a longer tail.  You patch and comfort, adjust and teach - and assure them that someday they will fly.

Finally they are airborne, but they need more string, and you keep letting it out.  With each twist of the ball of twine, the kite becomes more distant.  You know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that bound you together and soar-free and alone.  Only then do you know you did your job.