I like to imagine my mother before I knew her–before she became a mom for the first time to my big sister and wife to my father. I like to imagine her long straight hair, jeans that hugged her ballerina legs, her high heels clicking along the pavement on her way to a job she was damn good at, her tan skin on elegant arms that opened out wide to the world.
Because it was those open arms that brought me into my world. A world with gravel roads, cattle grazing in the yard, clay buttes, children on horses and neighbors who lived miles a way. A world I am certain this beauty queen who used to twirl and spin in satin dresses on stages never pictured herself in.
I like to imagine her this way, young and in love and willing to sacrifice the life between city streets, the life she was familiar with, for a man in a band with wild, black hair wearing a suit with cowboy boots and looking displaced in that city where they met–ready to bust out at the polyester seams, saddle his horse and ride out on the interstate toward home.
I like to imagine him, my father before he was my father, enamored by this woman with quiet confidence, natural beauty and an aversion to practical shoes. A woman who was like no other woman he had ever met, who was fine on her own raising a beautiful daughter, but might be convinced, if treated with the kindness and respect that she deserved, to go with him.
Go with him to live in this wild space, a space that I imagine has always been under appreciative of a woman so refined and polished and poised. A space that required more practical shoes.
I like to picture that she pulled on her boots and listened to her new husband’s dreams of cattle and horses while she searched for work, taught dance classes in the nearby small town, had two more daughters and raised them in a landscape so far from the sidewalks and movie theaters and restaurants of her youth.
But she never complained. At least I have never heard it. And out here surrounded by snakes and trees and creeks and buttes and big blue sky my mother watched her daughters grow and get their hands dirty and tangle their fuzzy hair in the wind. She cheered them on at small town rodeos, tended to broken arms, made makeshift habitats for pet turtles in her roasting pan, gave advice on cheerleading moves, helped with 4-H projects and bought them pretty shoes, no matter the dirt and mud they insisted on dragging into the house on our boots.
And while she drove one with ballerina aspirations to lessons 75 miles away, sent one to ride horses and sing her songs on stage and scheduled the other for basketball and volleyball camps around the state, I imagine her grabbing little pieces of her heart and spirit and handing them quietly off to her daughters…
Her pointed toes, blue eyes, poise, gentle nature and quiet beauty slipped to her oldest in her mug filled with hot chocolate on her way out the door.
The honesty, determination, quick wit, strength and social graces that exist within my mother flew out of her mouth and attached to her youngest during an argument about boyfriends or clothes or parties with friends.
And to her middle daughter, a daughter who in her younger days was convinced that she had nothing in common with the woman who gave birth to her, she gave a gift of gentle touches, encouragement, belief in wild dreams and understanding of untamed emotions. But most of all her sacrifice, her perseverance, tolerance and acceptance of a world she had to grow to understand and appreciate has been her greatest gift to me…the gift of a home on the landscape I will always belong to.
That, and an affection for impractical shoes.
But for all that she’s given, all of the sacrifices she has made through winters at the ranch that seemed to have lasted years, through snakes and skunks making their way into her home, through thankless jobs, burned tuna casseroles, drought and dust storms, drained bank accounts and children who just won’t listen, my mother has held on to the best parts of herself:
The beauty queen parts, the wine connoisseur, hilarious loon interpreter and graceful selflessness parts. The life of the party, the fashionista, giver of the most thoughtful gifts, Christmas loving, sun seeker, tasteful, best friend in the world parts. The big sister, the caring daughter, the understanding wife parts. The organized and impeccably clean and always prepared (even when 30 miles away from the nearest grocery store) parts.
The parts of her that have always known what is best for her family. Best for her daughters.
So, yes, I like to imagine my mother before I knew her, before she was my mother. I like to imagine her with all of that love to give, all of that joy, all of those dreams and talents with the world at her delicate fingertips.
And then give thanks that she chose this life. Of all of the things and people she could have belonged to, all of the places she could have laid her heart down, she chose to lay it here.
She chose us.
And we are the luckiest.
Happy Mother’s Day momma.
What a beautiful momma!
Aw, thanks Edna. She is stunning isn’t she? It was so much fun to look back on old photos…
Happy tears! I’m so glad “Uncle Beth” shares her love, humor, grace, and boxed wine with all of us. Oh! But you forgot to mention her special piano piece, played at every Christmas gathering.
I’m so grateful to my favorite Aunt and my own Mama for working so hard to keep our families together, for making those times spent with each other so precious, and for giving me cousins who turned out to be lifelong friends. Love you both!
I might have to dedicate an entire post to mom’s rendition of “Joy to the world.” There’s just too much to say about that!
Oh, the sweetness! Sounds like you are blessed with a great mom! Since I have a precious girl who, like you, is very different from her mother, I often hope and pray that what I have to offer her will be enough…This reminds me that it can be! Love it! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for making me cry. Their wedding picture–remembering your father as I knew him just touched my heart. And, Jess, you are the tomboy, the rowdy, the daddy’s girl, but, you all have your mother’s grace and beauty. A happy Mother’s Day to you all.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing your mama love with us. Love those gorgeous legs Beth!
Ha, she does have great legs doesn’t she? Those stems are what win you Potato Queen pageants…or so I’ve been told 🙂
Your momma is beautiful! I relate to the relationship you two had when you were younger… it’s great to grow up, isn’t it! 🙂 I see my mom in a new light each passing trial and blessing. Hope you have a great weekend!
I certainly is great to grow up and realize that you are more like your mother every day…and that’s a wonderful thing 🙂
Jessie, Jessie, Jessie, Jessie… you are the gift that keeps on giving. What a beautiful tribute to your wonderful and very blessed mom. I think she made the right choice!
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What a gorgeous tribute to your mother! Very moving.
Thanks Beth. She is quite the lady!
beautiful … MJ
I know I am a day late in reading this…but I have to say, again, you are amazing. What a wonderful tribute about a beautiful woman, your mother, who birthed and raised 3 beautiful women…….Lindsay, Jessie, Alex. You are all lucky to have each other! And I am lucky to call you all my friend! Thanks for sharing, again!!!
Love This Post! Your mom’s so beautiful! And so is the whole family. Specially loved the last picture the best. Love the emotion and devotion that got you to write so beautifully 🙂
Thanks so much for the kind words. My momma is indeed a beautiful lady inside and out…it was so great to reflect on that.
This is incredibly beautiful. I am a huge supporter of incredibly capable farmwives who can also wear utterly impractical heels with panache. My sister in law Aurora is a prime example of this. My mom mostly prefered to go barefoot whenever possible, but she pulls out the heels on occasion. Also, I love the story of your mother because it reassures me that it is ok that I am a country girl mother in the big city, even though damn I miss the country. -kate
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Love your mommy post. So cute!
i just love to read your posts, jess, and this is one of my favorite. a beautiful daughter writing for your sweet sweet momma…. what a blessing you are to each other. thanks for sharing!!
Jessie….Thank you for the beautiful tribute to your Mom….my daughter. How wonderfully proud we are of you both.