To my two mothers gone up above, Continue to bless us with undying love, Hold in your hearts, your family, And continue to teach us “how to be”. With our Blessed Mother, calm our fears, And with love overflowing, dry our tears.
And to the mothers of our children, With us on earth, Lead our families and nation, To a rebirth, Remind us of the love, taught at your knee, And mirror God’s love, for all to see!
My site is about weight loss and leadership. And today, midway between the day of my Mother’s passing (May 7th) and the day to honor her (Mother’s Day), I feel called to write about the lessons of leadership and life that I learned from my Mom.
Just as my Dad was known as Big D for his size and hailing from Dallas, my mom was known as Big Pat. I of course was little D or little Donnie. My Mom’s counterpart was Pat Buckland, one of our great friends who was smaller in height and a member of the club. (Two side notes. The club was a group of family friends who all worked at DeLaval in Jersey and little Pat who barely reached 5 feet could match my Mom’s stature in the 70’s with her boufant hairdo that was at least 5 – 6 inches high! Little Pat was also a great role model).
How not to take myself so seriously! Anyone who knows me knows that I am an intense guy. Part of that is from my Dad who always said this or that is the greatest or the best thing ever. And part of that is just my anal retentive self. Mom was the opposite. She used to loosen me and my Dad up. Here is an anecdote. My mom went with me to back to school day back in my junior year when we moved to Texas. Every 15 minutes we would have to switch classes and meet the teacher. I walked directly to class while people were trying to flag me down and say high. My Mom in her Jersey accent would say Donn…nie, why didn’t you say hi to those cute girls that were saying hi to you! I said something like Mom we have to get to class and I do not want us to be late. As always, I was too focused on the mission and what was next. My Mom tried to focus me on relationships and what was now.
If Before the Gospel, Everything is OK. My mom was a Catholic and my Dad a back sliding Baptist (although always supportive of my Mom). Although she was never intense in her religion, she always took us to Church and had us go to religion school. She also taught me that God loves you no matter your sins. Another anecdote and an additional example of how she calmed my intensive nature). With three siblings and a host of other activities, we were habitually late to church. I would be stressing in the car as we drove to our parish (which surprisingly enough had the same name as the church I go to now – St. Vincent De Paul!). She would say “Donn…ie, if we make it before the Gospel we will be alright!” And truer words could not be said. Half the battle in life and with your relationship with Jesus is showing up and making the effort to love and serve.
Do not be a GOM! Don…nie, Garry, David, Lori don’t be a GOM was a common phrase. I knew what it meant from context. Do not be hoodwinked, naive, tricked. But I did not not know were it originated until I looked it up. A GOM is Irish slang for a fool. It was one of my Mom’s favorite terms (believe it or not in an endearing manner). It must have come from my Grandpop Henry and his Father Charles who came over from Ireland during the potato famine. Mom would use this term in one of two ways: 1. Ewe, Don..nie don’t be a GOM. When I said something humorous or silly. 2. Donnie, don’t be a GOM they are trying to trick you!. I liked the former better than the latter, but was appreciative of both. No one could ever pull one over on my Mom. She was not so silently shrewd and no one could pull one over on her eyes.
Sing from your heart. My love of singing and whatever literary skills I have come from my Mom. She loved Debbie Reynolds and old Irish songs. I grew up with the songs “Tammy”, Irish tunes, and “Frankie and Johnnie Were Lovers” running in my mind. She taught me to sing from your soul, from my heart. She also was quite a writer herself as was my Mother In Law Audrey. To this day, I can never hear the song Tammy without weeping out loud. It was the song of my childhood and is cemented on my soul!
Love, love, love to the End! What is it with Mothers? They love us always and to the end. My Mom was the same way (as was the Mother of all, the blessed Mother). Two anecdotes stand out. I remember back in Jersey being bullied by some kids. I was the nerdy kid. Heck my nickname was Richie Cunningham. My Mom one day tracked them down and chewed them out. They never bothered me again!
Last thoughts. The last memory of my Mom is the most meaningful. I was sitting in the hospital in Richmond, Texas. My mom was on a respirator and the Doctor asked me and the rest of the family if we should pull her off the respirator. Even though she pointed to it to stop, we were struggling to give our OK. We sat there and finally gave our OK. But Mom had saved us. She knew her time and had passed. I will never forget her final act of love. How she protected us from that decision.
In closing, there will never, ever, ever be someone as great and more deserving of your respect than your mother. Love them! Bless them! And, thank them for what you are and what you will be!