A Bible verse fitting the memory of my Mom on Mother’s Day.
Ecclesiastes 2:24 “There is nothing better for a person than that they should eat and drink and find enjoyment in their toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God. For who apart from Him who can have enjoyment?”
My Mom didn’t have an easy life. Most people born in 1919 didn’t. But in her nearly 90 years on this earth, I hardly ever saw her when she didn’t find enjoyment in her toil, whatever it was on that day.
I know she found enjoyment in eating because she was a great cook and did her best to help teach me that as well. And she enjoyed her favorite drinks — sweet tea, her extra high carb double sugar homemade lemonade and Dr. Pepper (now my friends know where my love for DP came from). She didn’t have a lot of material possessions, but she was always a lady and made the most of what she had. Even though she’s been gone for years, I still smile on a regular basis thinking about what she would have said or done. And when I see her in something my kids or grandkids say or do that is vintage Frances.
But she did let her hair down, not worry about how she looked and whooped and hollered on occasion. Rarely, but on occasion. Most of those occasions were out in a 14-foot aluminum Duracraft fishing boat. As an only child, I spent many a day in the back of that boat, running the three-horse Evinrude outboard with Mom in the middle and Dad up front with the custom wooden paddle he made himself in the shop class he taught. Bussey Brake. The Ouachita River. Lake D’Arbonne. Gassoway. Even Toledo Bend. They all got to see the show.
I have to pause and share one of Mom’s favorite fish stories. One day Mom and Dad were fishing at Toledo Bend with their boat tied to the same snag as another boat holding friends Nan and O.B. Copeland. They were fishing for white perch (we didn’t know what a crappie was in those days). Then, you could tie up to one spot on Toledo and run out of shiners catching big old perch. Mom and O.B. both got a bite at about the same time. After a good fight they both pulled up their fish. The same fish. One fish. Two hooks in it’s mouth. Mom was notorious for not paying attention to her cork and apparently the fish hit her shiner, swam around a minute and then hit O.B.’s bait. They caught the same fish. I can only imagine the “enjoyment” that was going on at that point. And no, I don’t know who kept the fish, but I have a pretty good idea. If you had a couple of years to read, I’d share more.
We often write about having Dads who teach us to fish and love the outdoors. Mine did that. But I really think that finding enjoyment in that toil for me mostly came from my Mom. Like my enjoyment of good food and Dr. Pepper. And “toiling” on the lake…. And I know she came from the Hand of God. And I’m not even sad today, because I know she’s there with Him in his Heavenly Kingdom. If they had banana pudding there, she’d be encouraging him to have one more bowl.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms out there, especially DiAnne, the “Mom” who made me eligible to celebrate Father’s Day! If you enjoy my outdoor writing, don’t thank me. Thank her for encouraging me and allowing me to spend a great deal of my spare time and spare change enjoying the outdoors and for going along with me when she could. And to my daughter, Julie, and daughter-in-law, Lauren, who are great Moms as well and made me eligible to celebrate Grandparent’s Day, too!
I’ll close today with this. God wants us to serve Him, but know He wants us to enjoy the pleasures of this life he gave us along the way. If He didn’t, He wouldn’t have given us so many good things and so many good people to celebrate the enjoyment of our toils with.
Can I get an Amen?
Dang son…you done gone and touched a soft spot in my heart. Great article about your obviously special mom.
What a delightful read. The best neighbors ever. Thanks for this. Miss Frances was a wonderful person. Mr. W.C., too. Loved her lemonade. Loved his home grown potatoes, just to name a few things about them. Best of all, good friends. And they shared you with everyone on the block. Loved your mentioning the other mothers in your family, sweetness abounds. Hugs.
Thanks, Mike. You know she and Dad thought the world of you, too!
Kinny you made me cry thinking about your wonderful Mom!! She was such a special lady!! Thank you for making me think about such a special lady! Happy Mother’s Day. Mike Smith
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