My Jesus Glitter Momma
I grew up in one of the most beautiful parts of Upstate New York. I enjoyed the changing of the seasons, but it seemed winter was always the longest and coldest of them all. I loved winter! Winter would bring the unexpected surprise of a snow day, a day where life as I knew it would stop, and the things we would normally do got placed on the back burner. We had some major snowstorms which were not measured in inches, but in feet. We would literally have to be bulldozed out in order to get in and out of the house. The drifts would sometimes be as high as the rooftop! Those storms would come in with a fury, and then leave in its place a calm, white, blanket of snow which sparkled from the reflection of the bright sun against it.
It was exhilarating as a child to get bundled up to go play in those massive drifts of snow. My mother would often bundle up herself and come out to play with us. She taught us how to make snow angels, build large snowmen and snow forts for the inevitable snowball fight.
After a morning of playing in the snow, she would take us inside, help us get unbundled and make us lunch. This is where I learned the fine culinary art of making fried potatoes. Potatoes, vegetable oil, salt, ketchup and a cast iron frying pan came together to create a carb lover’s dream – before I even knew what a carb was! Mom would take the potatoes and slice them thinly like potato chips and place them in the hot frying pan until they were light brown and crispy. She would then take them out, place them on a paper towel and lightly salt them. Dipped in ketchup or not, they were simply delicious. What made them even more delicious was the love they were made with.
Although I didn’t realize it at the time, sometimes those potatoes were all she had to make lunch with. I never knew it, and never felt deprived because I didn’t have anything else, because I loved Mom’s potatoes. Although the potatoes were great, it was more about watching her in the kitchen, listening to her sing while she made us lunch or shared her much beloved “Dollyisms” (which I call my mom’s wisdom) for the day. An example of a Dollyism would be, “If you don’t go to the bathroom before you get your snow suit on, you’ll turn it into a wet suit.” My mom has always had the ability to make me laugh. She can find humor in anything. The place where she finds her humor is the same place where Jesus Glitter comes from. It is looking for God’s best in every situation, whether it is good, bad, happy or sad.
I know that life isn’t fair for anyone, but my mom has withstood some horrific things in both her childhood and her adult life. Yet, she keeps smiling. She has taught me the greatest treasures in life aren’t things, never to say “I love you” to something which can never love you back, and to not take myself so seriously that I can’t enjoy life. She’s taught me it is okay to be different, and to never be afraid to stand for what I believe in.
She has also taught me:
- Don’t take crap from people who only think they know your story.
- Never let a person feel friendless.
- Even when you can’t afford to give a person a dime, you can give them your time.
- Take care of the little things and God will take care of the big things.
- Don’t allow anyone to steal your dream.
- Sing at the top of your lungs even when people can hear you.
As my mom gets older, the things I might not have appreciated as a kid, I value so much more. Memories of our loved ones are what we hold close in our hearts both now and when they are gone. I dread the day God calls my Mom home, although she always tells me she won’t be very far from me. She is right. The lessons I’ve learned as a little girl and now understand as a grown woman have molded and shaped me into who I am today. Without her, there would be no JesusGlitter.
Thanks Mom, for always being my sparkle, putting joy in my heart and demonstrating God’s love to me.