“You are the best thing in the world and I love you very much.” – My Mom
Mom says this or variations of this to me at least ninety-one times a day.
If you ask her, she doesn’t know how old she is. And, when you tell her ninety-one, she says, like every woman on this planet would say, “Not me, you are talking about somebody else … not me!”
So, my only explanation for how she repeats herself around ninety-one times a day is that it is just meant to be.
In one simple line, mom gives me all I need to keep going and going strong. No, not just strong, but best-in-the-world-strong. Can’t let your mom down, can you? It has become my mantra and when she is not telling me, I repeat it to myself, over and over and over.
Speaking of simple, here’s my mom’s (and my sister’s) favorite song. I can’t tell you the number of times I have heard them sing it together. And they would always teach anyone in their presence how to sing it with them. They would always stand and do a little dance in perfect unison when they sang … especially on the turning, turning part.
So, here’s a gift from mom and me to you. It’s an old Shaker folk song that was sung at Obama’s inauguration, Simple Gifts.
Don’t forget to turn!
‘Tis a gift to be simple, ’tis a gift to be free,
‘Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
‘Till by turning, turning we come round right.
At 91, my mom is counting on me. And, with just a few words and many unspoken ways, she’s telling me she is counting on me … ninety-one times a day.
“You are the best thing in the world and I love you very much.”
It’s that simple.