Tribute to My Mother
I was
awakened early last Saturday morning by a phone call. One of the attendants
where my Mom has lived for over a year was on the line. He called to let me
know my Mom was unresponsive that morning.
Many thoughts
rushed through my head as I rushed to her bedside. After I arrived, the
paramedics met me there to let me know that she had died early that morning in
her sleep. She had passed peacefully from this life to the next. I sat next to
her for a few moments in the quiet. Just me and her. It was a special time for
me to just gather my thoughts and thank God for my Mother.
Mother was
born in Griffin, Georgia to a mill-working family. The Dundee Cotton Mill
dominated the landscape of that community in the early 1920’s. Mother was the
last of 9 children in her family. The 5 boys all died before they were a month
old, but the 4 girls all lived into adulthood. They never solved that mystery.
She was
reared in somewhat of a scrappy family – eking out a living during the
Depression. Like most of the men and women in that community, my Mom’s family
all worked at the cotton mill. My grandfather ran a slashing machine that
turned the cotton into birds-eye so that it might be used to make towels and
diapers.
Mother would
later work in that same mill alongside her husband – our Dad, after she
married. However, her early years were marked by learning to hand-wash clothes
on a rub-board, churn buttermilk, sew clothes, cook on a coal stove, wax
hard-wood floors, clean the outhouse ---- all the routine skills that children
learn today!
Instilled
within my Mom was a strong work ethic. Woven into the fabric of her life was a
deep love for God, for family, and for country. Her parents were gentle people who
lived simple lives and enjoyed all God gave them. There was a sweetness about
them that flowed through the life of Naomi.
When I think
of my Mother --- I think of the values that made her into the strong woman our
family knew and loved. She was a hard-worker. Our house was “grand-central-station”
for all family gatherings and celebrations. My Mom cooked for the masses and
served everyone. She went to work when I was a kid to help out with the bills.
She used her money to buy us clothes at Parisian’s in Birmingham. She usually
put it all on “lay away” and paid on it week by week. She loved the Lord. She taught
us about Jesus. She modeled prayer and Bible reading every day that I can
remember. And, she loved her family. Family was always welcome in our house.
My Mother
dropped out of High School after her junior year and married my Dad. They lived
in Griffin until the WW II started. Daddy was blind in one eye, so the military
would not take him. He was drafted and tried to join every branch but was
rejected. About that time, a plea went out from US Steel in Birmingham for men
to work in the steel mills there. My parents moved to Alabama to join other
family and help out with the war effort by producing steel for tanks, planes,
ships, and various other needs.
They would
rear their family in Birmingham. I was the last child in the brood and the beneficiary
of a loving family that remains close to this very day. My life has been shaped
by the gentle hand of a Mother who loved me all of my life. She always believed
in me. She always blessed me. She always cared about me.
She went to
countless ball games as she reared us. She washed countless baseball,
basketball, and football uniforms through the years. She listened to us share
our dreams and blessed us in pursuing them. She was always “present” with us.
Her heart never ventured far from home and family. We were the joy of her life.
In these
later years, she lived with our family for the past 20 years. I can’t measure
the impact she has had on my own children. She was a part of the everyday ebb
and flow of life. She is just a stable fixture in the Wiles family picture.
In the last
week or so of her life, we lifted her from her wheelchair into a chair at the
table in our kitchen. I sat down next to her for a moment. I thought briefly
about all of the time she had spent “lifting and carrying” us. I thought about
what a privilege it had been to care for her during these later years in her
life. She was always appreciative and always said, “Thank You, Son.”
So, I will
say – “Thank You, Mother.” I hope those values you held so dear will always be
alive in me. I’m proud to be your son.
And so, heaven
became richer when a sweet, kind, gentle woman named Naomi Wiles checked in to
claim her reservation. I’m not sure how it all works there—but if they have
family gatherings and reunions---then look for Naomi in the kitchen. She will
be happily serving the people she loves.
4 comments:
Precious tribute. Always enjoyed visiting with her. May she enjoy the joy of Heaven being with her Savior and husband and all of her friends and loved ones. Love to you all. Pam Groves
Thanks, Pam.
Such a sweet tribute to your Mom! She has left quite a legacy. Love you guys so very much.
Thanks, Chrisann. We miss you guys!
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