I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day Weekend! I know it can be a hard holiday for those who can’t have children or those that have lost babies, or even me. I lost all my grandmas within nine months, and when I was only sixteen years old. They never got to see me graduate, or have my first boyfriend, or see me marry my soul-mate. There are some days when I wish I could call them up and tell them everything that has happend.
Just since I have been married, I found out that my great-grandma, who attended the same church as Taylor did growning up, would shake his hand and tell him, “You are such a nice young man”. Hearing this made me tear up. She knew before I knew. It was like having her stamp of approval on the man I married. Knowing this, is so precious to my heart.
I think we all have favorite things our grandmothers did, whether they are still with us, or not. My Grandma Hess was famous for her baking and cooking, especially her homemade buns! Probably where I get my sweet tooth from! My Grandma Sharon was always fashionable and loved entertaining, as do I! I only got to know one of my great-grandmothers, but she was truly an amazing woman of faith and love.
I was asked to write and read a reading for Mother’s Day for church, unfortunately, because of some events, I was unable to read this in church so, I am sharing it with you today.
Dear Great-Grandma Esther,
Oh Grandma, how I miss you. The tulips are blooming at your grave today and they look beautiful. I wish you could see them and I wish I could wake up just to talk to you for an hour. So much has happened…
I graduated high school and went on to college and worked in Bismarck for the thing I always wanted to do, designing! And remember that boy you would shake hands with and tell him “you are such a nice young man” in the Gackle Baptist church? Well, he is my husband now, my soul mate. And, you were right, he is an amazing, Christian man and a farmer just like grandpa. You and grandpa would be so proud.
I wish you could taste my cooking and baking. I have come a long way in the past few years! I hated cooking in high school, as you probably remember. And I wish I could call you about those darn raccoons that ate all my sweet corn last year and why my peppers didn’t come up. I so wish I could show you our little house on the prairie. I know you would love it.
I wish I could call you and talk to you about my triumphs and my struggles. I also inherited your arthritic hands and joints, but if my hands can someday say they made as many caramel rolls, strudel, and planted a garden as long as you did, and most of all folded in prayer as much as yours did, I will have lived a life to its fullest potential. I know all those prayers that you said for me and all your other grandchildren and great-grandchildren, they got me to where I am at now and I am ever so thankful.
I can’t express enough how much I miss you. I miss your groggy morning voice that says “I have a frog in my throat” on those sunny, summery Gackle mornings when you would make toast and have your little cup of coffee. I miss your usual after school snacks of peaches, orange juice, and chocolate chip cookies. I miss your always giving attitude like that time I jokingly asked you if I could use your tiny, table top ironing board to go sledding on in the winter. Of course you said yes. Or how you would iron the church dish towels and insist on delivering meals out to the field in the summer or that you still wanted to shovel grain bins at 89. Or your servant spirit. You would always be the last one to sit down at a family dinner. You were always up to pass the next dish around, and the last one to take whatever was left, if any. And you were the first to insist on doing the dishes, no matter how many of us told you no. I miss those wrinkled, warm, crippled hands of yours that baked, cooked, and took care of us and most importantly, prayed for all of us.
Thank you Grandma, for showing us the true meaning of unconditional love. You were the true meaning of Jesus. I know you would be so proud of me. And I know you love me still just as much as I still love you. I can feel your strong, loving spirit with me and with-in me. You were my greatest example of love and the ultimate example of the farmer’s wife. My sixteen years with you was never nor could be long enough, but you blessed my life so much in those sixteen years just by being you, just by being my GREAT grandma.
As I stand up, I pat your tombstone, a love pat, like the little pat on my bottom like you would do when I would leave your house. The wind is blowing and it is getting late. I have to get back home to make dinner.
That is all for now. I love you and I miss you. I’ll come back and visit again next week at the usual time…
My great grandmother was the perfect example of unconditional love. She loved everyone. Even if you were a stranger at her home, she would welcome you in with warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and her servant spirit would make you feel right at home. She never stopped working, caring or praying. Even when she was in the nursing home in Dickinson in November, she tried to give us money to “go to the tastee freeze”. In all the sense of the phase, she gave more than she took, which describes her perfectly and that alone is hard to find these days. She was the ultimate wife, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother and I will forever miss her and love her not only just for being my grandma, but for being a role model, and a woman who is priceless.
10 [b]A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate
If you have a grandmother or great-grandmother who is still alive, call her today. Tell her you love her. Give her a hug and a kiss. Let her tell you a story from the past. Life is too short and passes too quickly.
Happy Mother’s Day