I have in my mind a 3-book series of novels dedicated to my mom’s amazingness. But for a Mother’s Day blog post, I think I can manage to squish it into a novella for now. I recently had the opportunity to interview a mom who had homeschooled her boys for a time, and I was in awe of the effort she had put into ensuring that her children had the best education possible. This brought me to a state of nostalgia, and I recalled how much my dear mom had also invested in me and my siblings during our homeschooling years. I would love for this post to inspire you too to recall how much your mom has invested in your life as well. Moms are such underrated superheroes.
I want to dedicate some time and a big piece of my heart to reminiscing about some of the amazing things my mom did during those years.
So without further adieu: my mom.
To start, my beautiful mother has a deep-rooted passion for the Bible and the value of memorizing the priceless Word of God. To this effect, she chose to homeschool her six children. I, being the oldest, got to experience this to its full extent. Up until I had finished my eighth-grade year, I spent every morning reviewing memory verses, singing hymns, and studying the Bible with my siblings, and if anyone asked I would tell them that I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else. This was my life, and it was perfect for me.
Mom dedicated countless hours to ensuring that each of her six children had God’s Word in their hearts, even to the extent of reviewing scripture with us on our way to different schools. Her precious free time had been spent putting verses to music and occasionally hand motions.
Not only was her focus on scripture, but she also focused on making sure we knew several hymns by heart, successfully taught us to be great readers, developed and experimented with creative learning techniques, and delved into numerous curriculums to see which ones worked the best for us, resulting in each of us having a variety of different publishing companies represented in our home.
I exceeding in spelling because I used food to create words, and Mom organized The Mommy Store, where she helped us to use wisdom and discernment through kindness and chore coupons to purchase little trinkets she’d picked up from thrift stores for us. She put together Kingdom Kids, a children’s choir, where I got to build relationships with the kids at my church and got to practice scripture and song memory skills. She gave us several years of memorable alternatives to Halloween, even involving the entire church in Harvest Festivals which brought in people all over the community to participate in games, candy, costumes, and crafts. My mom was the one who took us to Awana every Wednesday and the homeschool group every other Friday. She made sure we all got several years of park district swimming lessons and made our victories something to be proud of. She put the boys through Cub Scouts, and we even tried out gymnastics. She involved us in as many sports as she could get her hands on, like Tennis, baseball, and soccer, and she took us on field trips to see how things worked. The most pleasant smelling memory was the cheese factory, where we’d get push-up popsicles and watch the apron-clad employees make cheese.
My mom got me involved in summer drama camps and art classes, horseback riding lessons and ballet, piano lessons, and eventually flute lessons for the band at the local school; I even took an art class and art club at the Christian academy several miles away. The whole family got involved in a puppet ministry that started out through a puppet boot camp, and the resulting ministry lasted for years while we performed at more nursing homes and churches than I can remember.
All this, and she continued her professional cake-decorating career from home and personally invested in each of her six children very close in age. She was a superhero in so many ways, and she deserves so much more credit than I ever gave her.
No, she did not love good math or science, so she let my grandparents take us on numerous visits to the children’s museums where we got our fill on why and how things worked and what electricity does and how to take apart a machine. Her major was not in history, so she took us to libraries where I discovered a passionate adoration for historical novels, and we traveled to a dozen various reenactment sites to discover what life was like during the time of the various wars in history.
I learned to cook, bake and clean thoroughly, how to design the best scrapbook, and I definitely learned the right ways to potty train babies, create the best mix of baby food, and set up the most elegant tea parties.
All of this. My mom. God blessed her with a major in Superwoman and a minor in Practically Perfect in Every Way. She did all this and more, and to this day, as the rest of her kids fly through high school, she still invests in us and ensures that we have the best that she can offer.
I am so proud of my mom and everything she has done for us. I am so honored that God placed me in her arms. What a wonderful woman to celebrate.