This the season for memories.
When I was very young, I thought the world was limited to the length Mama’s apron strings, as I was so very blessed to have had a stay at home Mom, who embraced being a Wife and a Mother. I use capital letters for these titles, just as I do for the titles of: Father, Grandpa, Grandma and Husband for the ones in my world were truly the Keepers of Knowledge and Wisdom of their Life Experiences, whom I learned so very much about family life, and how to move into each holiday celebration with Hope and Joy, inspite of what the past year had given us.
My Mom shared with me, her dream of becoming a Mom. Even at 13 yrs of age, she became a nurse’s assistant thru 21yrs of age, and being an amazing one at that, her calling/ vocation in life was to be a Wife and Mother. Though, her mother, was no mother of the year, my Mom became a Mother to her siblings as she was the eldest daughter of eight brothers and sisters. My Mother began to learn about care-giving at the tender age of two, by helping her Dad care for her siblings, who loved, admired her as they grew up.
My Mom has always been my hero, and nothing and no one has ever thwarted my desire to be just like her. No woman organization, no feminist propaganda, nor psychologist mumbo gumbo about being able to do everything without a need for anyone else in my life.
It is so sad, we have allowed the evil one to snake his way into the families over the centuries. Dissecting each unit to the point of being unrecognizable. Poor floundering souls wandering aimlessly without direction or drive to go in search of any direction at all.
This the season for memories and remembering what a family is, who is needed to create a family, and what is needed to sustain and to grow as a family. It is not just a husband and wife, but the support of Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, and a foundation steeped in a Deep Faith, Lots of Love, and Respect to honor Life, protecting one another womb to grave.

Written by, Deanna G DeBondt
Dec 24, 2022
11:11pm