My Mother’s Face


It actually took my breath away.  It made me cry.  It filled me with love.  It made me realize how precious life is.  It made time freeze.

Yesterday was day like so many others.  I sang with Voce Regales, a female vocal group formed about 4 years ago by our church’s music minister, Peter Smith.  I have been singing in choral groups since I was in 4th grade, so, that makes it…4 plus 5 minus 52…a really long time!

When I was a kid, my father used to clear his throat.  This way I knew he was there (never always sure about that – he worked a lot and had lots of things going on) and where he was sitting in case I could glance over and smile, wink or discreetly wave.

But my mother was always there having already dressed me in the appropriate outfit, baked the requisite item for the punch and goodies afterward and delivered me to the appropriate venue with minutes to spare after the boots were removed and choir chair found.

If Dad was the wild card, Mom was the Queen.  If Dad was the variable, Mom was the absolute.

Have you ever noticed how little we think about the absolute and how the wild card gets all of the attention.  Yesterday that thought was like a punch in the stomach for me.  My lovely lively mother sat at St. Peter’s Church staring at me with the most devoted face of love I have ever witnessed and all I could do was cry.

To gain composure I looked a little further in the distance, several rows behind me and saw the parents of one of my favored choir members.  What did I see?  I saw the look of absolute love for their daughter.

Most profound for me, however, was the reality that I still had the opportunity to see that look of love and how lucky I am to have at least one of my parents.  To have made it into middle age and still have a parent is a lovely thing.

If your parents are alive, give them a call today for no reason, only to ask about them and offer love.

Life is good!


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9 thoughts on “My Mother’s Face

  1. Jude,
    Now I’m crying. My mother was my only parent. Luckily I did tell her all the time that I loved her. I hope your mother has the opportunity to hear you sing for many more years.

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  3. Very eloquent and touching. I am calling my mother this morning! thanks for, once again, reminding me not to overlook the simple, precious gifts life offers and live life from a stance of gratitude. The perfect minset to move into the Christmas season! Thanks!

  4. Amazing Jude. Thank you for sharing … and bringing up memories for me of both my parents being there … always … and how lucky I am to have had that, and still have that.

    • Amy – my reply to you never posted…thanks again for your comment and reading my blog. I am sincerely honored that a real writer takes the time to read my stuff. Can we meet for lunch this week?

  5. Hi Jude,

    What a beautiful writer you are and the article about mothers… very true. Your mother is such a sweetheart and look at the lovely children she raised.

    I lived in a time when mothers were always there, most of them didn’t work outside the home. My mother was the silent, loving wife and mother who just always did for everyone without ever expecting any notice or praise. She was the glue that held our comfy life all together. I called her everyday when I grew up and always said “I love you”. She was and is, to this day, my special angel. Thanks for reminding us of beautiful memories.

  6. Thank you Barb, for the kind words and for taking the time to read my blog. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and Blessed New Year!

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