The
hummingbird’s wings beat fast and furious, a spectacle to behold. Dynamic.
Seals & Crofts sang about the hummingbird… “Don’t fly a-way …” And I was
inspired to title this blog as a dedication to my mother who was diagnosed with
Alzheimer’s early in 2001.
I’ve
recently heard some terminology I hadn’t heard of per se, but I was aware of
the feelings associated with the terms. Sometimes it’s nice to put a label on
something to give a more complete understanding to it.
Mom
was dynamic. Most people were drawn to her ready smile and quick wit. She was a
people person, compassionate, loved deep and forever, no matter what a person
did to her. I never thought of Mom and codependency
in the same sentence.
False truths.
“Your
mother taught you things that were instilled through family,” D said. “Some of
those things are good and true, but some of them were false, even though they
were believed to be true.” (That may be paraphrased by my personal
interpretation.)
Again,
I had thought of these things, just not from this perspective. I had not yet
learned the term … false truths …
I
recall a sermon at church. “H” stood in front of the congregation and preached,
“Just because your mother tells you something doesn’t mean it’s the truth.”
I
was so upset that he was calling my mother a liar. Or was he saying I lied to
my children? Or was he saying all mothers all the way back to Eve were liars?
Was his mother a liar? What about fathers?
False truths…
My grandfather told Mom
she didn’t need any more piano lessons. Studying to be a concert pianist was a
waste of money. But he bought ice cream cones and new shoes for the poor
children in town. Later, when she was in high school, the home economics
teacher encouraged her to study fashion design with Elizabeth Corsico in
Cleveland. Her father told her she was going to marry a man who would take care
of her for the rest of her life. She didn’t need to pursue a career in fashion
design. She would be provided for.
Her
father died at age 45 leaving a widow and five children – two of whom were
still living at home. He had spent every penny he had earned on providing for
his family and half of the poor children in town. No one came forward to help
provide for his family when he died, though many of them noted what a good man
he was. His was the largest funeral this town had known.
Mom
married a man she took care of for 58 years, most of those years challenging.
But if I think in terms of reincarnation I wonder if she was a happy soul
because she was an old soul about to move from the cycle of Earth life to
another place, another plane of existence higher up the intelligence ladder
because she was a very intelligent, very talented, gifted individual.
What
a concept!
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