My Mother

Yafa Krinkin - My Mother

Adar and March seem to correspond in being months full of joy. We are celebrating the second day of Purim and The Irish, in most of the Western World, are celebrating St. Patrick Day.  Good, we all need gladness in our lives.

However, on March 17th, 1987, my mother died. She was 7 months short of her 69th birthday.

Many women write how much they miss their mothers as they grow older. I am not sure that this is how I feel.  I just wish that she was here to answer the million questions that are forming in my mind as I reach the very same age.

I miss knowing specifics about the family line; about the history of specific people; about her growing up days and her marriage; about the children she hoped for since I'm an only child; about life and about growing old. My mother was a very private person, all while she was a public figure, and even I did not receive the benefit of her memories.

Like every mother, she too gave herself to her child. She instilled in me love for the written word, for our people, for the Hebrew language and for the Bible. These were her great loves. She taught me pride in my family line; to be honest, to be responsible for my actions, and to give of myself to others.

Above all else she taught me to be true to myself.

76th Day of Praise -

I thank God for the mother He gave me. I thank you God for the memories that I still have of her and for her teaching that carried me strong through the years. I thank you God for her love.

Somewhat sad,

Orith