Prologue
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It’s said that the way we
are raised forms who we are as adults. It’s all the experiences we have had in
life that make us who we are. Mom was no different. Her experiences definitely
shaped who she was.
I learned at an early age
that it was my mom’s goal in life to feed everyone. She believed that food
connected people and made them happy. Many of my own most vivid memories come
from when we were sitting at the table eating with friends and family. Besides
just inviting friends over for dinner, Mom would have someone over to eat in
payment for a good deed. Mom would always make a meal for someone who was sick
or in need. If she knew that someone was depressed, they would be the
recipients of a plate of cupcakes. It was her signature touch of love that made
all her food special. Mom never failed to include a card along with the food
with a few words of encouragement. If dessert was given, it was always
presented on a pretty plate intended for the receiver to keep. Mom was famous
for her cooking, especially for her cupcakes that were decorated individually.
It wasn’t until the year
that my sister and I turned sixteen that we realized why Mom had an underlying
need to feed everyone. She wanted everyone to know they were loved - by her and
by God. I remember that year as being one of the best of our lives. I don’t
exactly know why because it was a year of great difficulty for my parents and
for us as a family. In spite of those difficulties, I remember that year as
being fun and good.
Mom was one of those
people that didn’t realize all the good she did or the number of people she
touched. She did what she did because she felt God told her to. She didn’t do
it for show. There was something deep down inside her that made her want to
reach out to others. She never wanted anyone to feel as she had felt as a
child, which was unloved. It wasn’t until the project for school our sophomore
year that my sister and I found out why Mom was the way she was.
It’s a story I will never
forget because it was one that was difficult for my mom to tell and for us to
hear. She wanted to shade my sister and I from her past, but I think I’m better
for knowing it. I think you will be, too.
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