Saturday, 18 February 2017
The War Bride...My Mother, Renee C
As her daughter I could never name one gift she gave me or the best talent I inherited from her, but, one trait I will remember is her 'look'...the one i received when I acted up in church or came home from high school with an F in Home Ec class shamefully hiding a dress with 3 sleeves behind my back. Mum was a seamstress in Beverly Hills by trade in 1947, 1948, so I must've been a disappointed! But, then there was the 'look' i got after i nailed the lead role in the musical 'Oliver' at 17 years old in high school made all things right.
Some mothers would not allow their kids to 'make a mess' at Christmas cookie making time, but, we felt the dough in our hands as she showed us how to roll it out and squish it together through our fingers. She said that the mess would be easily cleaned up and the memories made were more than worth it!
When i gave birth all 4 times she would always be there at some point stroking my hair and giving me a sixth sense that all would be right with the world again.
She was not a babysitter who came and went constantly but rather a source of strength and assistance when i needed it the most. She wanted to be a grandmother they would remember fondly, not take for granted. She was an anchor when i lost my way and needed to stop and feel the earth under my feet, not in the spoken word, but in her presence. Just being there was enough to ground me.
On her birthday today, February 17, Renee (with an accent over the double 'E')Constance Wilkinson Horvat, would've been 94 years old. I instinctively reflect back on so many things.
Thank you mom for never leaving a place without planting some seeds of wisdom, sharing apples of gold with your old stories and simply filling all of us up with your fun vivacious spirit.
With each new breath I am forever grateful for the forward march towards the future you instilled in me to not look back but rather to face forward.
That little girl, Renee, huddled in the corner of her bombed out house as the enemy surrounded her on all sides, who then stood up to take on the world with no fear goes before me and with me along with my children and generations to come.
I miss you mom so much now and forever....yvonne