“A Mother’s Advice To You,” page 2


My Momma gave of her most valuable possession — her TIME — to me (and to my sister).  She let me help her bake (from scratch!) and cook.  She helped me learn to sew, though she did not realize it, at the time.  She just answered questions I asked her, … as I began sewing some clothing when I was 11 years old.  She spent her “free time” with us.  Until I was much older, I had not thought much about how she had spent many hours, making so many creative things, for very little money, and decorating “on a budget,” and making beautiful, feminine garments for herself and for my sister and I.  She showed love, in one way, through what she did, using her creative talents.

When my Momma worked, she did it “for a time.”  When she knew she was getting married, she chose to give up plans for working full time, to raise my sister and I.  She knew she must commit a part of her life to teaching us, training us and helping us along, to know what we needed to know, to do what is right, in God’s sight.  Though I (much later) realized that her values (both spiritually and as a woman) began to lean in a direction that some (now) might call “not as Godly as God might want,” and were very much affected by society’s changing norms (at least that is my impression), I do not recall seeing her that way, while I was in my young years.  She was my Momma, at home, who baked pies and … liked cooking, and keeping our house clean, and teaching us to be orderly and cleaned-up, in our rooms, with our belongings, and with regard to hygiene.

My Momma grew up on a small farm, east of Dallas, for a time, and in central Texas, for a time.  Her dad “tended” to other farmers’ orchards.  Their family had only a few necessary animals, a cow for milk, a pig or two, chickens for eggs and chickens for meat, and a very large garden.  Not sure what other animals were there, except a horse, to pull their wagon (no car, at that time!) to go to town, or for her dad to ride in the wagon to preach in a nearby town, sometimes, when needed.  This was before 1925 !

She had two brothers who were in World War I.  Momma had some stories to tell, especially about how her oldest sister, who said we could call her “Aunt Myrt,” protected her during a cyclone (a tornado), that blew down the main beam in their small farm house, in 1917/18. (not sure of the year)  That wooden beam landed on the back of their dad.  He lived through that, but did not live until he was “old.”  My Momma was 1-1/2 years old when that cyclone hit their house.  Aunt Myrt wrapped my Momma in her arms, got under the sewing-machine table of their Mama, until after the cyclone has passed by.  This saved her little life!  She never forgot that — well, she only knew the story, because her memory did not recall the actual event.  But our Aunt Myrt was the one my Momma was closest to, in many ways, afterward, partly because of that, I think.

This Aunt also was the one who bought a house to take care of her elderly Mama in.  I truly believe that The Good Lord let my Aunt Myrt live nearly to her 99th birthday, because she had honored her mother and father on earth.  Not because she always ate healthy food.  That’s not an excuse, ladies!  But in my Aunt’s case, this has to be one reason why our Lord let her live so long!  She used to tell folks who asked her why she thought she had lived so long, that it was because she “came from a line of long livers.”  We all laughed over that one !  She told us she read it somewhere, and liked how it sounded.  (hee hee!)

My Momma learned from the examples she saw in the lives of the older ones in her own family (she was the 11th child!), of those who ‘cared so much’ for others, who would sacrifice to take care of those in need, and of showing responsibility toward older relatives, of staying in touch with those who had lost loved ones, and of being responsible for one’s belongings, keeping up things that needed regular maintenance, … and more.

My Momma learned good character, industry, diligence, determination and perseverance, through how she was raised!  My dad seemed to, also.  It used to make me wonder, after I was about 12 years old, … what their family’s lifestyles and daily routines must have been, in each household, when each of my parents was growing up!  It would have been so nice to have been able to “view” that, just to learn what it was that each of them was taught, or trained to do, … which built into them such good character.  Despite the world’s influences and attempts at swaying them away from their upbringing, there were many things which my parents never gave up doing.  And for that, I am quite grateful to their parents!  Hallelujah!


IT IS a sacrifice to be a good momma, as we moms are finding out, isn’t it?  But The Gentle, Patient Lord, Who knows the character of each of us, knows that because our mommas *kept at it,* in training us, we ended up learning good habits, which we now train our own children to do.  What a legacy — maybe it was our great-grandparents, who started it all, but I suspect it began before them.  It takes quite a bit of determination, built upon diligent prayer to The Lord Who is merciful to us all, to raise children!

The Lord gives us Strength, for each new day’s tasks, and He never fails in that!  Let’s thank Him and praise Him, for putting up with us, for so long!  We may forget that He thinks of us as *His* children, as we think of our own — He knows how we can wander off the path, or become distracted by things that we sometimes think about (though we don’t “need” to) or forget what we had learned was right to do, and allow ourselves to become fearful, or worried, or upset.  As we dig deep into God’s Word, every day, as often as we can (even throughout the day), we will do better at trusting Him, doing our duties with cheerfulness and willing hearts, to please Him, and acting in faith, even in how we raise our children, knowing that the results will make our continual efforts in training pay off in the Godly character that comes about in our children’s lives.

Note:  Once I have finished adding this first part of the pages from the original AMATY ladies’ / moms’ newsletter, I will add specifics, ladies!  Thank you for your patient understanding, as you read through this portion of Threads of Silver, listed under “A Mother’s Advice To You.”

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