The teachings of my mother are deeply entwined with secrets, hushed tones, dimly lit spaces, and gentle touches. She imparted that the finest gingerbread is crafted with blackstrap molasses, best made the day after Thanksgiving.
My mother showed me that laundry, though an unending task, can be dried in various ways: on a line, a branch, a hanger, or even draped over the back of a wooden chair. It could be rinsed in the sink and hung on a shower rod or pressed through rollers by hand under the birch trees where we washed summer clothes in the lake.
Laundry could also be dried in a state-of-the-art Kenmore dryer, which filled our home with the comforting aroma of fresh clothes. I remember my mother standing by the washing machine, gripping the white enamel edge of the top loader as she fought back tears. It was a moment filled with unspoken grief—the loss of her sister’s newborn, a term I had never encountered before—crib death.
She taught me how to transform heaps of socks, underwear, and tank tops into neat, orderly stacks. There was a certain virtue in promptly stowing these away, lest they topple into chaos, a “just a damn shame,” as she would say.
Through her, I learned about energy, the value of precious hours, and how, at the end of a life, daughters may mirror their mothers in laughter, cooking turkey gravy, and setting tables with napkins and candles, yet remain strangers to the depths of their mothers’ hearts. We stood at doorways, peering into dimly lit rooms where unspeakable truths were tucked away, folded neatly in the drawers of our hearts.
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In summary, the lessons we learn from our mothers often carry a weight that shapes our understanding of life, love, and the complexities of relationships.