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Growing up, there was one person we could count on. No, not our best friend, not our teachers, not even our sister Penny. No! The one person you could always count on was MOM! No matter what stupid thing we did, no matter what we broke, no matter what! Mom was always there to help out.
She was always there too as a wife to your father. She kept the house clean, kept the laundry done, kept the meals coming. But she was also there to nurse skinned knees for you and to nurse dad when he had the flu. She would work with your teacher to help you get through school. She talked to dad to help you keep that dog that followed you home and she would keep Penny out of your room.
I remember hearing, "A man works from sunrise to setting sun. But a woman's work is never done". How true that was. It seemed that whenever you saw your mother, she was doing something. Cooking meals, washing clothes, cleaning house, washing floors, sweeping, dusting, picking up the doggy doo from that mut you had to have. She also gave advice to dad and listened to him yell about all sorts of stuff. She also helped him carry in that sofa as he had no one else to help him. She had to rub lotion on his sore shoulders and Vikes on you when you had a cold. And she made darn sure that sister Penny had that new dress for the school dance.
When the school bully beat the crap out of you, mom was there with the stuff to put on the bruises. Dad was there to give you pointers on fighting back. When you got an "A" on that test, mom was the first one you told. And she was so happy for you, and so proud. When you needed advise on any subject, mostly it was mom you went to. When you were scared, mom settled you done, when you were happy, mom celebrated with you. When you were mad, it was mom that talked you back into a better mood. Mom was "on call" 24-hours a day, seven days a week. Dad may have been the bread winner, but it was mom who made sure that his bread was buttered. Mom had many faces. To your father she was his wife, his maid, his laundress, his cook, his baker, his lover, his companion. If your parents had a good marriage, then home was the best place in the world to be. And that was all due to mom. When you got your first car, who was the first person that you wanted to ride with you? Well, okay, your girlfriend! But mom was the second.
This blog is dedicated to the old-style housewife. She was there through thick or thin. Through the good and the bad. She was always praising her kids for the things they did and always sticking up for your father in his business dealings and his life. Dad may have been the support of the household, but mom was the rock. Thanks mom for all that you did. I know you never heard it before but we were glad you were there. After all, who else would have cleaned up after us and the dog?