perfect mom - part 1
GETTING TO KNOW ME - a Post
My Perfection As a Mom
Hi! Peg here again!. Well, like I said before I am Margaret Ann Witmer. I was born February 8, 1959, in Williamsport, PA. I did most of my growing up in Valparaiso, IN. It was a relatively small town, about 25,000 residents, in northwest IN, and commonly known as Valpo. My parents were Bob and Marty. Marty was my Mom. Marty was her nickname for Margaret Jane. I was their third child and only daughter. When I was born my Mom was about to turn 38 years old. That was quite unheard of back in the late 50s. That could have been the reason she required an emergency C-section to give birth to me (among some other reasons, perhaps). That C-section resulted in emergency stitches in my forehead as soon as I was delivered. (I was not even supposed to be born alive according to the doctor, but I defied those odds too!). Well, let me get back on track now. Oh, by the way it’s 11:11 a.m. - make a wish - I’ll explain some other time.
I was brought home with my parents after I recovered from the traumatic delivery and stitches and joined my brothers, Bob and Don. Bob and Don were 8 and 6 years older than I was, respectively. My Dad had graduated from Penn State after serving in the Army in WWII and worked in accounting/management for Bethlehem Steel. My Mom also served in the Army in WWII but only graduated from the 8th grade.
I learned how to be as “perfect” a Mom as I could be from my own Mom. Despite having only an 8th grade formal education, she was one of the most self-educated women I ever knew. She loved to read and loved to spend her time figuring things out herself. A few examples from what I remember are the following:
While I know that my Mom would have been a phenomenal “chief” at one of the current corporations being operated today, she unfortunately did not have the required formal training, but she did have what it really takes, what you cannot be taught in school, what you must be born with … she had …
While my Mom did believe in all of those things, and they made her strong, and made her husband strong, and made her children strong, and I believe made all others strong, she still sometimes felt “less” than us because of the lower formal education. She was not lower than us. I hope she knew that when she had to leave us…
I also hope that Tom knows that I love him and I also hope that Annie knows I love her.
I had a subdural hematoma 10-10-17. Because of the hematoma, I am suffering physical and mental disabilities. Mentally I suffer from seizures and slowness of my short-term memory and thought. For the seizures I take medication daily for the rest of my life. And for the physical disabilities (which are predominantly on my right side - I cannot write with my right hand, I cannot drive, and I walk with a slight hesitation) I am physically recovering each day and I am working at it very hard, at least I believe I am. In my next post about me I will write about my mothering Annie.
10/8/2018 05:19:25 pm
Your mom taught you well and what a marvelous woman she was!!
10/9/2018 10:55:34 am
You look great and we are so proud of your hard work! You are an inspiration to everyone. Keep going strong my friend but take it easy too. God is using you in many ways you don’t even know. Love you miss you.
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