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My Mother Played Jacks

A set of jacks

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I am 6 years old.

My mother is making dinner. Fried fish and tater tots.

She sees me hanging around and says,”Don’t you have anything to do?”


I set my jacks and ball on the counter and tried to play, but I just couldn’t get the hang of throwing the ball and snatching up the jacks after a bounce.

My mother caught the ball and scooped up the jacks and had me sit with her on the floor.  She showed me how to play jacks. My mother knew how to play jacks!

I never knew that!

Thus began an almost nightly ritual of jacks with my mom.

My mother laughed when I caught an especially difficult toss.

I had never heard her laugh before.

The world turned easily in the small space between us on the kitchen floor. The steady bounce of the ball and swoosh of the jacks sounded safe and soft.

I wanted the game to go on and on.

I wanted to hear my mother laugh.

When You’re Weary New Mothers:Verse To Carry You Through

“Isaiah 41:10 “Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

This verse carried me through many hours of countless sleepless nights while rocking the tiny despot to sleep.

The first baby. The angel I eagerly awaited, finally born.

There must be some mistake!!!

“The Guardian of Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps.”

I definitely..MOST DEFINITELY ordered a baby that came with a circadian rhythm!

Not only was she the clear winner in the “most crying ever done by a newborn”,  contest she was not cute…at..all!

The first picture I have of her and me shows both of us red eyed and distinctly unhappy.

My little ugly crying baby.

But I loved her.  I tried hard to learn everything I could that somehow didn’t come naturally to me about babies.

Getting pregnant and being sweet in maternity clothes was light years away from holding a real live ‘ Enfant Terrible’.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He restores my soul.”

I don’t know when life began to change from one endless unthinkable level of exhausted despair to one of watching her pick a neighbor’s green heirloom tomato and deposit it cheerfully into my lap.

When the neighbor whose name was Eden, I kid you not, yelled over “Mrs. Gmom, please get China out of my garden!” It was not a hard stretch for me to pretend I had lost all grasp of the English language spoken at normal decibels.

China, she grew beautiful and smart and never learned to sleep well.

But I learned to accept her for who she was.  Independent spirit, frugal with her smiles, and the girl who at 5 made sure her hairclips matched her panties.

She survived my inexperience, uncertainty and youth.

She is a mother now with a little Mussolini of her own.

I’m happy to offer my well honed patient hand to rock her little one.

I know the little girl will be beautiful like her mom.

I know she will teach her mother all she needs to knows about patience, endurance and love beyond reason.

Because that’s what her mother taught me.

“The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,

and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat,

and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together;

and a little child shall lead them.”

This is gmom,

Peace out.

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