MY MOTHER-IN-LAW, FLO HAYES
I am asking myself how time would be different if I could have some do-overs. In the first place I would tell her in words how much I loved her son, he was absolutely adorable and looked just like her and Tom both. Now I’m a Mother-in-law, I know that is important.
I would ask how she could make perfect fried eggs every time even before Teflon. My chance of a perfect egg was, and is, about 50% if I put my mind to it, 10% if not. Did she ever sew? How did she handle Esther’s long hair, didn’t it ever get tangled? When, where, and how did she meet her Tom? What things made her decide to marry him? Were there broken hearts left behind?
I was wrapped in my little shell, and had no creativity when it came to making conversation with a precious lady whose world consisted of her home, husband, children, and God.
After a good foundation of facts, maybe she could have told me how it felt to lose a toddler, to say good-bye to her ten year old son as he was sent off to another country, to see her daughter marry a foreigner and move to another country, to see her husband follow after.
How did she deal with making her children feel secure when the bombs were falling all around? Did she ever cry? Did she ever have a friend who was “Jesus with skin on” for her? I would give her a chance to tell me what she loved most about her Tom, and did she always pop her buttons with pride for him?
And then those last years when the Alzheimer’s set in, I would pick her brain with scripture verses and words of hymns. How long did she remember “He Abides, He Abides, Hallelujah, He abides with me? I’m rejoicing night and day as I walk the narrow way, For the Comforter abides with me?” *
How withdrawn I was; how much I removed myself from her pain.. Oh, precious Jesus, how much I would love a do-over!
*Composer: Herbert Buffum
Sunday Writing Prompt – “Faith Restored” Write about someone who influenced you.