Within the Hard Shell
By John W. Vander Velden
There are those days that
seem extra special. Days when we are
driven to consider important things.
Mother’s Day causes us to think about the people that helped mold us in
to the individuals we have become. Though
there is that underlying portion of us which we inherit…it’s in our genes,
doesn’t environment have its affect. And
isn’t, it when we are at our youngest, those effects are most pronounced.
My childhood home was not
like yours...and yours was like none other.
Yet home was the evolving place where I spent those important years and
with the people that shaped me most. Though
we were a farm family and dad was generally in sight and I found myself
surrounded by siblings, mom surely had the greatest influence on us those
years. My parents brought so much of
their culture across the sea, but it was through my mother’s actions so much of
their history was revealed. The woman
always busy caring for home and family, surely had a share of teaching the work
ethic we carry…I carry. The world I saw
those early years was shaped by someone that did her best to shield us. Much of the darkness, the hate, and the
prejudice existed in some place held far beyond our doors and windows of our
lives.
Many would consider her
just a simple woman, doing her best to live in a world that grew more complex. The
hard shell she showed the world, hid life’s pain and disappointments from even
the closest eyes, a sensitivity kept locked away out of sight. Few took the effort to see beyond the hard
exterior they saw first. And we, her
children, felt too busy to notice.
Perhaps one day a year is
enough reverence for the woman that bore me, but it seems inadequate as I consider
this person that had such a profound influence on my life. So I offer these few words, an offering insufficient,
to remember and to honor one of the most important people I have known…a person
within the hard shell…mom.
(349 Words)
5-6-2016
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