Reflecting on Moms and Mother's Day 2012

Happy Mother’s Day.

This phrase, “A woman’s work is never done”, keeps rattling through my brain. (The link is an interesting compilation about “woman’s work”.)

There are infinite variations to the theme, “Mother’s Day”. For us, one event will be the always fascinating May Day Parade in south Minneapolis.

Two recent events lead to this days post.

May 9 I rendezvoused in Sioux Falls SD with my friend from 8th grade, Emmett. Emmett and I have been “Christmas card friends” over the many years since we first met in 1953-54 in western North Dakota. Because he lived on the west coast, and I in Minnesota’s Twin Cities, there were rare “faceoffs” (as my Dad would describe face-to-face meetings).

I recall brief ‘faceoffs’ between Emmett and I in 1958, 1997 and 2007. That’s about it.

This time a wedding in Emmett’s family in Sioux Falls gave a good excuse for my 250 mile trip west, and the two of us had a great conversation, just “catching up”.

We met in 8th grade, the only year we lived in his tiny town of Ross ND. He was a farm kid, and I the oldest son of two teachers in the tiny town school.

My Mom, then 44, was our teacher in the 7th and 8th grade room. Her son, my brother John, then 5 years old (there was no kindergarten in these tiny schools), spent the school days in our classroom.

May 9 and 10, 2012, Emmett and I had maybe five hours to ‘catch up’ and he told one simple story, a memorable one which seems to fit Mother’s Day.

When he was a kid he had a great interest in airplanes, and one day he happened to see a wing of something protruding out of a bag he probably wasn’t supposed to see. It was a model of a B-17, an important aircraft in WWII, planned as a gift to him.

Somebody had noticed Emmett’s interest, and paid attention to it, and the gift became part of his life memory bank, and possibly a motivator as well.

It was a single item, a single event, but Emmett went on to become an aeronautical engineer and a very successful one.

I don’t have a lot of memories of my Mom as a classroom teacher, and likely Emmett didn’t have either. But as generations of students know, good teachers are best at helping students become functioning and aware adults…and I think both Mom and Dad succeeded at that, and not only with me. Life lessons from our elders are very often doled out in ‘bits and pieces’, most held below the conscious level. Memories that stick.

The second event impacting today happened several weeks earlier when I received an invitation to a reading of a new book by counselor, Annetta Sanow Sutton.

Annetta is someone I’ve known for over 25 years, but I can recall only twice actually seeing her in person in all those years.

I went to her reading, and bought the book, and read it: Catholic Alcoholic, A Witness to Addiction and Redemption.

The title is serious, and while it is a memoir, I found it to open doors for thought and reflection in my own life experience within my own family. While it is a mother’s story, a sister’s, a daughters, a niece’s… it left plenty of room for reflection for me.

One reunion with an old classmate, male, and another, a reading of a book by a career professional in counseling, female, brought me some new insights into the many and diverse ways women – mothers – live on in all of us.

My own Mom died 31 years ago, at my current age, so I think of the moving on of life more so than usual this year.

None of us is perfect. The best we can do is to contribute at least a little to the betterment of our communities, families and world.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Yes, “A woman’s work is never done.”