Every Day I Remember My Mother: Because I Do Things She Taught Me

She’s the voice of my subconscious

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

It’s Mother’s Day. A time to remember and honor our moms.

But honoring mothers shouldn’t be just one day. My mother bred me from an embryo and was influential in my life until her death.

Her memory lives on through the things I do. The least I can do is honor her throughout the year.

I used to laugh that I had turned into my father. He taught me how to fish, handle a boat, build things in the garage, camp, manage a BBQ grill and do all the manly things in life.

But then I think about all the things my mother taught me. She was the dominant parental example, while my dad was the dominant skills teacher. My mother taught me how to read; my father taught me to use a band saw. My mother taught me to cook; my father taught me how to grill steaks and smoke briskets. My mother took me to the doctor and clothes shopping, while my father took me to sporting events and tackle shops.

While both parents were influential, my mother taught me two skills that stand out. They are making lists and how to manage hospital stays for family members.

Even though I’m in my upper sixties, I still find these skills helpful.