Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
Many of you know my mom from my posts. I write about her with great pride; she’s my shining example. She is the pushup queen, and the one who, at age 72, decided maybe she’d like to start running. In recent years, she’s worked hard to take control of her health and fitness. She has been steadfast and resolute.
As all mothers and daughters do, we’ve had our less shining moments over the years, as well. But she is, in large part, responsible for who I am now. Thank you.
I like to think that the best qualities of each generation get passed on in a family. I come from a long line of strong, determined women. They were pioneer women. On both sides of my family, they were hearty women living and raising families in the Great Plains. They endured illness, blizzards, crop failures, and more. Everything they learned in their struggles and their joys they passed on to their children.
In my darkest moments during treatment – those days when I was sure I couldn’t go on – it was generations of Olson/Goodale women who propelled me forward. I could feel the spirit of those doggedly determined women lending me their strength. My mother and grandmothers, and all those other women I barely or never knew would whisper in my ear to keep going, to get up and face the day, to keep putting one foot in front of the other – no matter how tired or frightened I may feel. And they reminded me to find beauty and joy wherever I could.
So, to my mother I offer my love and gratitude – for all of your help and support, for the strength you gave me, for all that you have passed on to me. Thank you.