Mother’s Day card reminder of fun family trip

Cleaning out an old file cabinet proved to be an unexpected pleasure, as it not only contained old farm tax records, but also a treasure trove of mementos.

Some of the most treasured by me, a mother, are the cards made by my children. Since tomorrow is Mother’s Day, I want to share with you some notes that I am sure were a school assignment about her mother, but were included by my daughter in her handmade card to me one Mother’s Day.

“My funniest experience with mom was when we went to Wisconsin Dells,” she wrote. “We camped out and my cousin brought an air mattress for mom to sleep on. In the morning, when we woke up, the mattress was flat.”

I remember that trip very well, as I, my two youngest, and four of their cousins went to Wisconsin Dells. It was the first time I had driven there, but found the driving to be fine, other than the patience needed. We camped at a campground near the freeway, so the traffic noise got to be a bit much, but I still slept some. Two kids slept in the car, as the back seats folded down, and we had two pup tents for the rest of us.

We had packed enough food to cook at camp, plus to make sandwiches during the day. Also, planned were boat trips on the upper and lower dells, a stop at Noah’s Ark, which at the time, only had three waterslides, plus bumper boats. They have grown considerably since that time.

I went down a water slide that day, screaming most of the way down. I am not a fan of heights, but on a dare from my niece, I tried it. When I hit the pool at the bottom, people were saying, “Funny, none of the kids are screaming.”

After that, we had enough money for a trip through the Dungeon of Horrors, which was scarier than I ever dreamed, but we did survive. We also checked out some gift shops, before we made our way back home.

“My favorite experience with my mom was when we went to Great America,” my daughter wrote. “Also when we went to my aunt and uncles house and to the Brewer game, but they lost.”

She suggested a recipe for Mom, as follows: 100 cups of love, ¼ cup of anger, 3 cups of cheerfulness, 1 cup of tenderness, 1 cup of sadness, 5 cups of caring, 10 cups of helpfulness. Mix it together and it makes Mom.

Reading this now, I am choking up with tears, and praying that I was that mom, the loving, tender mom, full of caring and helpfulness. Although I admit, I had moments of anger, and life is made up of some sadness also.

Mothers come in all shapes, and sizes. Mothers love their children no matter what, and caring discipline is part of that love. Even with all the baby books, and advice shows on the internet and television, babies come with no directions. As I watched my 4 grow up I couldn’t help but realize that they were all different, with varied wants and needs. Mostly, they needed love and care and attention.

I remember my own mother, who had no baby books, no internet or television, and was 43 years old the year I was born, with a 2-year-old and a 12-year-old also in the house. No wonder she sometimes seemed a bit crabby. I can remember the year I turned 43, and was amazed that she coped as well as she did. After all, she had farm work to help with, as well as baking, gardening and sewing.

While watching my grandchildren grow up, I was in awe and wonder at how fast they did become adults, some now have children of their own. So now I get to hold great-grand babies, and eventually teach them how to make such things as roll out Christmas cookies. I have always loved the small, cuddly stage, but then when they begin to crawl, and eventually walk, there is even more adventures that I don’t want to miss.

I think I am safe to say that most families have their ups and downs. Without a doubt, I love that God chose me to be a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.

Tigerton resident Leah Lehman, who calls herself a “small town country girl at heart,” offers memories of the past and observations of current events from the the viewpoint of someone born in the 1940s.