On This Day, Seventy-Four Years Ago…

canstockphoto9100017[1]My mom would be celebrating her seventy-fourth birthday today had she survived her battle with cancer four and a half years ago.

As I shared on the blog before ( http://deniselfair.com/remembering-my-mom/), she did not receive Christ until very late in life. The second half of Mom’s life was riddled with challenges that led her down a dark and difficult path emotionally. But, in my early childhood my mom loved life.

She was vibrant, loving, nurturing, and amazing!

My Mom Margaret E. Kellander March 24, 1942 - November 23, 2011
My Mom
Margaret E. Kellander
March 24, 1942 – November 23, 2011

As I celebrate her on her birthday, I chose to remember her that way.

Indulge me briefly while I reminisce about the top three indelible marks she made on my life.

~ She had given me a love for homemaking. I love to garden and preserve fresh fruit and vegetables.  I remember summer days spent by her side as we picked garden fresh tomatoes, climbed ladders to pluck tart green apples, and shucked endless ears of corn.  We’d then prepare jams, freeze corn, and can tomatoes for days on end.  Nothing tasted better in the dead of winter, with snow up to my belly button, than Mom’s sweet strawberry jam slathered on warm bread.  I think of her every time I look at my pantry shelves with neatly arranged canning jars, full of tomatoes, apples, and grape jelly.  A love for sewing, knitting, crocheting, and creating through craftiness were also passed down in this love for homemaking.

~ She instilled in me a love for animals. Mom had a soft spot for critters large and small.  Growing up we had ducks, hamsters, gerbils, mice, cats, dogs, and fish.  I’m certain, if we would have had the space, we would have had goats and horses too.  We keep the animal population in our house to one small dog due to space.  But, we’d have a population explosion of the four legged kind if we lived in a more rural setting.

~Lastly, she left me with the overwhelming desire to sing out loud no matter how bad I sound! Mom loved to fill the air with her out of tune melodies…so do I!  My children chide me just like I had often chided her.  Unfortunately, I also inherited my not-so-great singing voice from her as well.

“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”     Psalms 16:6

Happy Birthday, Mom!



P.S.—to my sisters, Beth and Sarah (who also inherited all three traits), I’d love for you to add your thoughts in the comment section!