A Tribute to My Late Blooming Mother

Toward the end of her life, my mother remarked that she hadn’t accomplished very much in her lifetime. I understood what she meant, but I did not agree. She lived a hundred years, and in that time grew from a painfully shy girl who was babied by 5 older sisters to the extent that she did not know how to cook when she married at age 24. Consequently she had the opportunity to learn not only cooking, but many social skills as well. After my father’s untimely death, she was a 44 year old widow faced with the task of supporting and raising 3 daughters. She was able to rise to the occasion, retiring at age 70 as chief deputy county clerk of Edgar County, Illinois. I have no doubt she could have run for the office and been elected had she chosen to run. She was president of almost every group she joined from PTA to Grandmothers’ Club, was on the Finance Committee of her church, and played bridge with the best. Her family always came first. She loved every one of her children, sons-in-law, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces and nephews. She never forgot to acknowledge any of their birthdays with a card and a lovingly hand written note.

Although I am very different from my mother in many ways, and could never hope to become as thoughtful and gracious as she was, I am telling this story to illustrate the glories of late blooming. No matter where your path has led you or how you wish to re-invent yourself, it is your journey. I would love to hear where you are headed on your path. Please leave your comments below.

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Never Too Late To Bloom

Never Too Late To Bloom