By Judy Berman
As a child, my favorite hangout on the weekends was a room filled with electronic gizmos and tubes.
I marveled at the naked TV tube that sat on a table. There was no cabinet surrounding it because my father, an electronics engineer, was always tinkering with it – even though it worked perfectly.
When Captain Midnight’s show came on, I’d pretend I was part of his daring adventures.
By the time the show’s sponsor – Ovaltine – came on, I was running downstairs to the kitchen and nagging my Mom for a cup of that chocolaty milk drink.
My Mom would heat up that drink or fix something else. By then, I’d be caught up in what she was listening to on the radio.
It might be the mischievous antics of Froggy on the “Smiling Ed’s Buster Brown Gang” (which became “Andy’s Gang” on TV), an opera or pop music of the day.
This is where I learned to appreciate many types of music.
But what I loved most was when she’d put down what she was working on and read to me.
I confess that I didn’t really get into reading on my own until I was in fifth grade. Oh, I could read all right. But I preferred to listen to Mom as she told the story.
“You may have tangible wealth untold, Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold, Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me,” (Strickland Gillian)
She opened my eyes to a world outside of what I knew, where I could immerse myself in the stories and take on the role of one of the characters. Mom introduced me to authors that she enjoyed. They soon became my favorites as well.
I’m sure Mom preferred that I was inside reading, rather than off on one of my adventures. If only she knew some of the derring-do I attempted outdoors, her hair would have turned white decades earlier.
I thought of those escapades with dread many times as my own girls were growing up.
“Being a mother is learning about the strengths you didn’t know you had, and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed.” (Linda Wooten)
My Mom, who passed in 2001, taught me well. Hopefully, I passed those lessons on to our daughters, too.
When I was hurt or had worries, Mom would be the one I turned to for comfort. Like the song, “Mama Said,” by the Shirelles, Mom always said something to lift me up.
“What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.” (Robert Brault)
Wishing all mothers, stepmothers, guardians an early Happy Mother’s Day. This quote from Sophia Loren says it best: “When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.”
Music Video: “Mama Said,” Shirelles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQlImg2bm28
Photo: Mom and me
Photo: Mom and Dad (Milly and Joseph Fiet)