STERKWORKS | Ex-Mormon Lesbian Surviving Utah

My greatest blessing in life is to be a mother. I hope constantly for my friends, off line and on line, who are trying to get pregnant or adopt. I believe in the cumulative powers of mass good thoughts.

My own mother is going straight to the Celestial Kingdom. She has given her entire life for her family. The only time she worked outside of the home was when swimming pool brother went on a mission for the Mormon church to Ecuador and my parents needed the money for his mission. Mom didn’t work long, but it was strange because she wasn’t home. She was always thrilled to clean a toilet, do spring cleaning, and mop a floor. I don’t get it. But she loved it and we benefited from it. Dinner always at 5:30pm. Every night. Together.

Mom puts up with my father, whom I believe is narcissistic. She does things I would never do, like put a bib on him every night at dinner because his shoulder is messed up and he was too stubborn to finish his physical therapy after a fall down the stairs. She loves him. I don’t get him. He is diabetic, and has candy standing by to boost his insulin levels when they drop too low. WTF? But she loves him and takes care of him. Straight to the Celestial Kingdom.

I have a mentally retarded aunt, and before my grandmother died, she asked my aunt who she wanted to live with after my grandmother passed. My mom. She is the most stable and loving and giving and perfect of all her siblings. So my 63 year old retarded aunt lives with my mom. My mom and dad moved into a new home last year, smaller, but one level, and I know that part of mom’s reasoning was that my aunt was having a really hard time moving around and climbing stairs. Selfless. Straight to the Celestial Kingdom.

It is sad to see my mother age. She could wrestle any grandchild to the ground up until a recently. She had a stroke a few years ago that luckily barely missed her speech center. My mother not being able to talk would drive her crazy. But it made a difference. And just the subtle differences are sad. Some days I notice them more than others. It wasn’t supposed to be her. She was the one who was never sick. Never complained. Never ever ever. Dad was supposed to be the sick one, the one who would die first, the one who sometimes at 600 pounds couldn’t possibly live to his current 70 years of age. But my mom, no. She was the one who would live to be 100.

So Happy Mother’s Day mom. You deserve the best of everything, because you have always given the best of yourself. It is on days like this that I wish the Mormon church really was true, because the Celestial Kingdom was made just for you.

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