1. I learned about Jesus. Though for a couple years there in elementary school, I was totally afraid the God of the universe would forget who I was so I “asked him into my heart” about 600 times.
2. I learned how to sew. That has come in pretty handy recently.
3. I learned the value of quantity time. She was at every track meet, every piano recital (and I wasn’t very good), every vocal concert, every performance of every high school and community theatre play… basically every everything I took part in. (Moms – never underestimate the value of your presence.)
4. I learned how to make veinerschnitzel which is now one of our kids’ favorite meals. It’s an artery-clogger of main course, but my kids could afford to put a little more meat on their bones.
5. I learned the value of doing what you love just because it’s what you love. My mom is probably the best seamstress in the world, and she was always sewing things for people. My brother and I always told her she should charge more money for what she did, but she wasn’t (and isn’t) in it for the money. She just does it cuz she loves it.
1. I didn’t learn how to make tapioca. Mom makes awesome tapioca pudding. I made grand attempts the first couple years Corey and I were married. Mom always said, “It’s easy, all you have to do is…” That’s what anyone who is good at something says. I finally gave up making my husband eat the chewy, runny, tasteless, too sweet, overcooked, undercooked, never right tapioca, and I am 100 percent okay with the fact that I will never be able to make tapioca.
2. I didn’t learn to fight. My mom is nonconfrontational, just like me. Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes that’s bad. Sometimes I daydream about what it would be like to be reincarnated as an Italian. Then I would feel completely comfortable yelling to get my point across, and everyone would be like, “It’s okay. She’s Italian.” (Okay, I know I watch too much Cake Boss.)
3. I didn’t learn how to buy clothing for myself at full price. Clearance racks, garage sales, Goodwill and Kohl’s (but only if I have a 30% off coupon). That’s where everything in my closet is from (except for the hand-me-downs and the Merrells.)
4. I didn’t learn how to pack up a family and move. My folks have lived in the same house for more than 35 years. I’m fairly confident I will never hit that milestone.
5. I didn’t learn to appreciate jewelry. My mom was one of those people who would rather get a new blender than a pearl necklace for Christmas. I definitely lean in the practical direction too. I own exactly four rings, one necklace and three pairs of earrings. (I know some of you girly-girls are aghast by those numbers.)
What about you? Did you learn or not learn any lasting lessons from your mom?