I remember with a grateful heart Barbara Mary Muir, my loving mother, whose influence in my life will never be forgotten and can never be replaced.
Praise the Lord who chose Barbara Mary as my mother.
Although my life started with grim predictions of an early demise followed by two years of institutional care, I’m thankful mom didn’t reciprocate my rejection of her when she visited. When it was time for my discharge, I rejoice that she brought me home and did not relinquish me to foster care.
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If my mother had not expected the same from me as my average-size siblings—obedience, chores, and good grades—I would have grown up dependent, weak, and frustrated. In treating me according to age not size, she disciplined me when necessary and stood up to strangers who censured her for doing so in public. She offset the actions of relatives who favored me, especially elderly aunts who gave me more money than my brother and sister. On our drive home, mom insisted that I share it with them.
I’m thrilled my mother instilled a love of books and reading and always attended parent-teacher conferences to ensure satisfactory progress. She stressed the importance of education and supported me all the way to graduation from law school. My spiritual education was attended in Sunday School, church, and Bible reading.
Appreciation is due for mom’s instruction on how to live in a world which taunts those with differences. How empowering it is to understand words ignored cannot harm and smiles are stronger than scowls.
I’m glad my mother managed medical needs without (1) parading me before endless doctors; (2) overexposing me to radiation with countless x-rays for research purposes; or (3) trying useless remedies like calcium tablets, stretching, or hormones.
I’m delighted mom taught me how to be independent. She allowed me to go to kids camps and, at 15, to take a train for 300 miles to visit a girlfriend for a week.
In her quest for me to have fun like the other kids, she tried to get me a fast ride on a handheld surf board. Instead, I was dumped onto the sand when three waves piled on top of each other. My board went flying, my bathing cap was swished off, and I rode in on the bottom of the ocean floor with my feet facing their soles to the sun. Mom expected a torrent of fury when I surfaced. All we could do was laugh.
My joy is in knowing my mother’s generosity; hospitality; service to people in need; love of flower gardens, travel, theater, music, and vacations has spilled over into how I live my life. My regret is that mom took her last breath the day after Mother’s Day at age 45. Although I was not ready to say goodbye at age 26, I do not grieve like those who have no hope. I share my mother’s faith that we will meet again on the Day of the LORD. (1 Corinthians 15:51-57; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-17.)
Image credit: unknown photographer of a well-known subject, my mum.
This post was first published on May 9, 2022 and is drawn from Chapters 1 and 2—’Understood’ and ‘Educated’—in Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses by Angela Muir Van Etten.
You may also want to read “Not Your Typical Mother’s Day Story.” May 10, 2021. Angela’s blog post. https://angelamuirvanetten.com/not-your-typical-mothers-day-story/ For information on Angela’s books, blog, and media go to her website at https://angelamuirvanetten.com/books/
7 replies on “Mother’s Day Song of Praise”
I love this. I am so thankful you had such a special mum who was largely responsible for creating you, a very special woman.
Well said Angela. Words cannot explain how much Barbara Mary Muir meant to so many of us and how she impacted our lives. She left this world too early but lives in our hearts forever.
Until we meet again xxxx
So glad you shared this warm tribute to Barbara and such a lovely photo of her. As an unhappy teenager I was helped and supported by her in my visits to your house during school holidays. She stepped into the empty place left when my mother died and helped to comfort me as I grew up without my mother. Mum would have been so proud of her. As I am sure she is.
This is a beautiful tribute and stunning photo. It’s no wonder where your amazing qualities come from. Sending love.
Just lovely to read your tribute to your mum, Angela.
Barbara was indeed a marvellous mum, she had qualities that I did not know of at the time we knew you all, but I can see so clearly in you. X
Beautiful tribute! Beautiful woman! Thank you for sharing Angela.
Great tribute to your mother! Thank you for sharing!