“It’s easy to be an angel
when no one ruffles your feathers.”
-
Hanny
My mother, known to the girls
as Hanny, used to say that to me during my growing-up years and my adult years
and all the years between. After my
divorce, when she and my dad came to live with us, she even had it written on a
sign and placed up in the kitchen, the roost she most definitely ruled.
She helped me so tremendously
during those years, my first taste of single motherhood. She cooked and cleaned and babysat while I created
this amazing gift called The Menagerie.
With two little ones under foot, there were most definitely many
attempts to ruffle her feathers. But,
for the most part, she remained unflappable.
I think of that – of her and
her saying – when stress creeps in and circumstances feel overwhelming. Can I still be an angel when the feathers are
flying? I hope so.
Since on Sunday we will once again have our Sunday Brunch post up, I wanted to write this tribute
today. Mama, I miss you. Thank you for those and all the many other
lessons. I can only hope I’m worthy of
them.
