Today is my mom’s 80th birthday. She shares the day with my youngest nephew who is turning 2. Those who follow my blogs and are doing the maths with recognise that she was just shy of 40 when I was born. It is interesting to be living with my two youngest nephews as we both pass these significant days. It has given me much pause for thought. I certainly don’t know how I would cope with five children aged 8 and under!
Perhaps though the thing that strikes me most forcibly as I think back on the life my mom has led it is her courage. It isn’t that she doesn’t experience anxiety, but she supported my dad when his job required the family to move cities when she was in her early 50’s. She had been a teacher of home economics and somewhat bizarrely was offered a job teaching English – she rose to the challenge.
I do a bit of teaching myself and the thought of taking on a new subject would be daunting for me. Not impossible, but certainly not to be sneezed at. And to equip herself better she ended up doing a degree part time – graduating in her late fifties.
There are other stories I could tell, but for today I simply want to honour her for her willingness to step into the new. It is one thing to chose to follow your own dream to a new place, it is quite another to walk alongside your partner as they follow theirs.