Yesterday I was visiting Mom.
\nAs she sees me off, she leads me down into the cold basement, where her homegrown vegetables are neatly \u201clined up\u201d and jars prepared for winter are \u201cstacked high.\u201d<\/p>\n
Handing us\u2014my sister and me\u2014the jars \u201cdedicated\u201d to us, filled with all kinds of vegetables, she beams:
\n\u201cThis year\u2014it\u2019s a true beetroot paradise,\u201d she smiles, pulling a box closer to show the grandchildren the monstrously large beets that grew in the garden.<\/p>\n
Beets? Not even close!\u2014we all shake our heads\u2014more like little piglets, looking more like heavyweight pumpkins than beets.<\/p>\n
Today.
\nFor lunch, I open a jar of beets I brought back yesterday from Mom\u2019s treasure-filled cellar.
\nAnd there\u2026
\nPacked inside are those same beets.<\/p>\n
Beets? Not even that! You couldn\u2019t even call them \u201clittle beets\u201d as a term of endearment.
\nFrom the jar meant for me, I spear tiny, carefully peeled, baby-sized beets\u2014smaller than my fingernail\u2026<\/p>\n
And I think\u2014maybe a mother\u2019s love isn\u2019t measured in beets.
\nBut imagining how she peeled those berry-sized little beets and carefully arranged them into jars just for us\u2026
\nI can\u2019t help but say that a mother\u2019s love and care is worth at least the kind of awe we felt yesterday seeing those pumpkin-sized beets\u2014while savoring salads made from these specially chosen, berry-like little ones.<\/p>\n
Mothers love quietly.
\nThey secretly remove a stain from your favorite blouse as if by magic.
\nThey cut you the richer slice of homemade cake.
\nThey gather up the \u201cpossessions\u201d you\u2019ve accumulated and gift you an extra hour of sleep in the morning.
\nThey appear with a cup of coffee.
\nThey pull a dish out of the oven\u2014the very one you once casually mentioned you \u201creally missed.\u201d
\nThe bed somehow \u201cmakes itself,\u201d and over there\u2014the pillow is already fluffed.<\/p>\n
Monday is a long day for Dominykas.
\nAfter school, he has two activities, with only a short break in between to get from one to the other.
\nKnowing he won\u2019t have time to eat, I catch him in the doorway after school and hand him a sandwich I\u2019ve just wrapped at home.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, you didn\u2019t have to,\u201d he smiles, as he packs the sandwich into his backpack.<\/p>\n
Driving away, I smile to myself.
\nYes.
\nMothers love quietly.
\nIn dwarf-sized, carefully peeled little beets and in quietly \u201cslipped\u201d freshly made sandwiches.<\/p>\n
For Moms.<\/p>\n
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