Best and Worst Days of Motherhood

In honor of Mother’s Day, we asked our residents to reminisce about motherhood and their best and worst days as a mom or being with their mother.

Anonymous

Best Days

Being able to hold a newborn baby and having thirteen great grandbabies to hold and cuddle, I was able to babysit most of them.

Worst Days

Some of the worst days were when they were sick and there seemed to be nothing I could do to help them feel better.

Ruth Hill

Best Days

When our Mom (& Dad) would take us to “the Dunes” at Sawyer on Lake Michigan to swim in the “big” lake and climb the huge sand dunes above the beach.

Worst Days

The day I needed to get our son’s attention for his behavior and told him to “get me the yardstick.” He brought it to me broken in half (which he had done). So, instead I put him in the corner of the couch without a book. Jeff still tells that story.

Anonymous

Best Days

There are so many days to reflect back on as a Mom that it’s hard to choose just one. Certainly, the day I first became a Mom was an answer to my prayers. I always wanted to be a Mom and although I didn’t know all of the highs and lows and best days of my life I would have by being a Mom, I consider this the greatest gift I have ever been given, so the day I became a Mom is the absolute best day.

Worst Days

While we tell this story in my family and there is some humor in it, at the time I did not find it humorous at all. Ironically, it was on Mother’s Day. My children were upstairs taking a nap (or so I thought). They had somehow opened a window that had never been open and was thought to be nailed shut. They crawled out onto the roof to play! It wasn’t until I went to check on them that I found the room empty and the window slightly open. I thought they had been kidnapped! When I saw them out on the roof I was terrified they would fall. We managed to get them back inside without any harm coming to either of them. I didn’t know whether to hug them or punish them. But, that lives on as one of my worst days as a Mom for fear of what could have happened.

Pat Martin

Best Days

One of my favorite days, my family and I were tent camping in Canada. Mom, brother Mike & I picked wild blueberries at the campground. Mom cooked blueberry pancakes on the propane camp stove at the end of the picnic table. Boy those were yummy!

Another favorite: My mom and I would go to League of Women Voters board meetings together. Whenever I’d write anything important (like a news article) Mom would edit it, help me reword things more clearly, help me be less wordy, Q& A to help my thinking. Then sometimes I’d sit on the floor with my back against the sofa and lean on her leg as she was sitting on the sofa. We played the game, Boggle and watched TV together. Quiet life- affirming time.

Worst Days

My most challenging day involved Mom not going back on ventilator after 8 ½ months in the hospital.

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