My mother, Janie May Lawrence Cooper, was unique! She didn't fall into a pattern --she was forty when i was born and had seven other children. She had nothing to prove or disprove--but she took up the task. What I remember, foremost, was that she stood up well when she was on comfortable ground....and we sought to provide that comfortable ground for her. Her children loved her and we would not even allow the other children to voice any criticism of her! Loyalty was inbred and it served all of us well.
She never complained about her lot in life. She just lived it --making pies, running the wringer washer in the basement, getting us up when tornadoes threatened and hovering over us, laughing with our friends, singing in the kitchen and watering her beloved flower gardens. She was a rose--unique, not patterned, devoted to her Christ and the best pie baker in the town. Thanks for allowing me to be uniquely me in a big world of children.
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