I Wish You Knew Her When....

I wish you knew her when she could run. She ran beside the bike teaching us to ride a two wheeler.


I wish you knew her when she would bowl; it was so awkward because she bowled left handed and bowling with her right hand, she did carry a 190+ handicap.

I wish you knew her the day she a chaperoned for my 3rd grade trip to a farm and sat on a stool and milked a cow by hand. I was so proud; no one else had a mom that could do that, it even impressed the farmer giving the demonstration.

I wish you knew her when she taught us how to body surf in 5 ft waves on Lake Huron one warm August day. We came back to the cabin that night with sand in places that it shouldn’t be and exhausted from laughing and playing the entire day in our clothes. You see we were out on a drive and had not brought our swimsuits. She couldn’t resist and we all just jumped in with our clothes.

I wish you knew her when she would dance the night away. The two step, fox trot, waltz, jitterbug, she was so light on her feet and could follow anyone, and I mean anyone, even a bad dancer. My stepdad never danced before she met my mom and no one believed it when they watched them together, it was because she led.

My mom made a new friend at church yesterday. She was sitting waiting on me to take her into service unable to do it herself, confined to a wheelchair because of the effects of Parkinson’s disease. I watch them talk and chat and share stories about husbands and kids. I think about the fact that people here in Washington have only known my mom since she has been in a wheelchair.

My mom’s mind is still sharp, she laughs easy and if you ask her she knows most of the words to any song out of the 50s. I wish you knew her when…..

Proverbs 17:6