Last Friday I attended the funeral of a very good friend’s Mom, Mrs. Helen McGinn. Actually, my husband and our friend John have been friends since junior high school. I had only seen his Mrs. McGinn a handful of times at his wedding, or a celebration here and there.
But at Mrs. McGinn’s celebratory Mass, I got to know her in a very beautiful way.
Our friend John eulogized his Mom. He spoke eloquently of her 94 years on this earth. He told us of her great love for her family, her sons, her grandchildren and now great grandchildren.
And he told of her passions in life… her love of sports (particularly the Boston Red Sox!), her love of education (she left home in 1931 to attend college at the age of 16!), her passion for reading, her passion for her Church, her passion for fun and laughter and joy.
John spoke of her kindness, and her kindnesses. He told of her gentle discipline. Her great strength. And her positivity.
The congregation was rapt.
When we left the church, I asked my husband how he would describe his Mom’s passions. And I asked aloud, “How do I describe MY Mom’s passions?”
We talked and laughed over the things that we love about our Moms (my Mom is 83 and my mother-in-law is 89!) and the endearing things about them. We told funny stories and spoke of the hardships of women who came of age when they did. And yes, we laughed over the things that drive us crazy about them.
But describing their passions… at least from our perspectives, was wonderful.
And it got me thinking… how would my kids describe my passions?
Sometimes as moms, our personalities get lost for awhile. I see this sentiment over and over again on many blogs. We love our children, and that is our number one passion in life… but honestly, how are we seen by these very children?
And by the way, what color are your Mom’s eyes?
Let me know!
(And thank you, Mrs. McGinn, for making me think about our moms and the greatest love of all!)