When I think of my mom, I think of…

February 22, 2013 in Five Minute Friday,mentor moms

My mom lived patience. I don’t ever remember her raising her voice or even an eyebrow. And on long summer days when I was bored, home alone, and wanted to talk, she would work at her drafting table in the office and listen while I strung thoughts together endlessly. Every idea she gave for how I could be entertained I rejected because that’s what teenagers do- reject the ideas of their parents. Still, she listed ideas and listened. For hours.

In those eighteen years of growing, living under her roof, I can’t ever think of making her mad. She smiled and cheered and listened. When I turned 16 and needed to learn to drive a stick, the job fell to mom. Dad was too likely to imagine his life ending in that car with me and refuse to let me drive. Ever. Stick driving for me was a series of jerks, failures, and tears repeated at least 30 times before I could even leave the parking light. Mom told me later she thought I would never learn. Still that steady voice of hers, it never changed and never hinted at her doubts.

Mom didn’t learn patience from her mom. Grandma was a fiery lady with strong opinions and high expectations. She wanted everything done efficiently and well. God either gave mom patience as a gift or it was an unconscious reaction to Grandma’s shortcomings. On days when my patience grows thin, I think of my mom and wish patience was a gene. One that I might have inherited.

Joining Lisa Jo and other writers who like to write for the joy of it. Instead of a word, today we are sharing something that makes our mamas our mamas. When you think of your mom, what do you think of?

patience and mothering


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WICK February 22, 2013 at 6:05 am

May God continue to grow the steady patience of a loving mother within you….it sounds like seeds were definitely planted, at least. Thanks for sharing…:)


Debi @ FunkiPlanet.com February 22, 2013 at 6:12 am

What a beautiful memory of your mom. My mom taught me to drive too. I drove right over a curb into a tree. Unbeknownst to us the tree won. When my mom took the car out later to go to a meeting a giant branch flew up into the windshield as she sped down the freeway. It’s lucky she didn’t wreck. All because of me. Oy! Thanks for sharing today.


Kimberly February 22, 2013 at 7:45 am

I wish I had the gift of patience. My kids probably wish I did too;)


Sophia February 22, 2013 at 11:31 am

I am visiting from Lisa-Jo’s. Your mother sounds wonderful. As I read your post, I can’t really remember my mother getting angry with me. There were two times where I was really out of line and deserved more punishment than I received. She was full of grace.

I wish my mom knew how to drive a stick. My Dad tried to teach me and lets just say, I still don’t know how. He has the patience of a gnat.

Thanks for sharing,



pruningprincesses February 25, 2013 at 11:13 am

Sophia, I struggled to think of a phrase to describe my dad’s patience….you did it! I am thankful you too had a mom who didn’t get angry. I pray my own patience improves. My parents didn’t teach me too many practical skills, and I haven’t driven a stick in years, but I am so glad I know how.


Becky Daye February 22, 2013 at 5:19 pm

Pretty incredible that you can’t remember her getting mad! What a gift and a blessing! Thankful that you have that example to follow!!!


Dori February 22, 2013 at 9:52 pm

Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever saw your mom upset. She was always so calm, cool and collected. But not cold – very compassionate. I loved your Grandma’s fiery personality – might have reflected my own at the time. But you’re absolutely right, I wish I could have the patience of your mom. Although, truth be told, you were a really good kid. 🙂
Love you!


pruningprincesses February 23, 2013 at 2:48 am

Lol. You might be the only non-family member who reads this blog who actually knows my mom! And part of my goodness came from mom not making me do much….just school. I see you pinning away and if I ever get to visit your house, I expect to see lots of white! Love you back.


Jess February 22, 2013 at 10:23 pm

How sweet! How I wish I had patience like that! I’m like your grandmother at times..fiery and opinionated and I wish I could learn not to be with my girls…it’s so tough…

I wanted to let you know that I tagged you in a post 🙂 Have a great weekend!


pruningprincesses February 25, 2013 at 11:10 am

Hi Jess. I wish I knew how to curb that imatience that wells up. I see my girls learning to be impatient from me and I as I correct them I know where they learn it from. Thank you for the tag.


michelle @ this little light February 23, 2013 at 7:41 pm

Oh, Laura, what a beautiful tribute to your mama. I wish for the “patience gene,” too. Some days I feel like I have an endless supply and others I feel like I must have had a leak somewhere, because I’ve got nothing in reserve.

Thank you so much for stopping by “this little light” this morning and for your lovely comment. Your blog is beautiful as well … I’m your newest bloglovin’ follower, so I can’t wait to read more.

Enjoy your weekend!


Melissa March 4, 2013 at 1:35 am

I am right there with you wishing that patience was a gene I could inherit … Thanks for sharing such a loving description of your mom! We can only hope our girls will think of us like that one day … well maybe not about patience …


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