I deal in hope : Carolyn R Scheidies

Blog: Mother’s Day surprise

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Mom was a talented, independent woman. But her life wasn’t easy. She lost her mother while still a toddler and saw her sister burn to death not many years later. When her father married a woman from Sweden, where our family came from, Mom became a step daughter expected to toe the mark. My mother was a teen, when her father died of a heart attack–at home.

Her step mother decided to head back to Sweden with the girls, but Mom refused to go. Instead, as a teenager, she got a job, stayed in Minneapolis where they moved after selling the farm and completed her education. When her step mother, who found things much changed in Sweden, and sister returned to the states, Mom helped support them. By then, she had a good job running an office of lawyers or doctors, I don’t remember which.

In Minneapolis she met and married my father. Before he went overseas for World War II, she accompanied him to his training camp. After the war, Dad felt called into the ministry, which meant mom was a minister’s wife–a full-time job all on its own–besides raising three rambunctious kids. There were times I think she counseled more women over coffee than father did in his office. Mom played the piano, organ and both accordion and autoharp, often directed children’s’ choir and taught Sunday School–among many other things. Whatever was needed, she did–and did it well.

After ministering to numerous churches in the midwest, our family moved to Kearney, not for a church, but that I might attend UNK (then KSC), which agreed to help me to get around in my wheelchair. Once we settled here, Dad got called to a church–in Canada. Mom and Dad discussed moving but it would be too difficult since neither my brother nor I could live at home and still receive our education–and Paul was still in high school. Besides, they loved Kearney and planned to retire here. With that in mind, Dad headed north alone. He got home when he could and mom and I spent several weeks in the summer with him.

Before my folks bought a house, they rented a big old house across the street south of the fairgrounds. I had a bedroom and bath downstairs. Mom didn’t like leaving me alone downstairs, so many a night she slept downstairs on the couch instead of upstairs where my brother slept.

Saturday night before Mother’s Day, we were sleeping. I woke up to Mom’s loud whisper, “Carolyn, someone is knocking on the door.”

Groggy from sleep, I sat up. “Answer it.”

“Are you kidding?” Mom shook her head. “It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Peek out the window.”

I waited. A few moments later, I heard a scream. It was not one of fright. Moments later I knew. Dad was home. He’d attended a conference in Minneapolis, and then driven all the way home to surprise Mom for Mother’s Day. He was exhausted, but safe after his long drive. And he had to head back in a day or so, but he’d come–for Mom.

I didn’t need words to tell me what he sacrificed for his surprise. Love doesn’t count the cost.

Whatever our relationship with our mothers, they did give us life and they do deserve our respect. Give thanks for your mother. Take time to surprise her in a special way this year. Show her you care.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

By Carolyn R Scheidies
Published in Kearney Hub as My mother really earned her surprise 5/7/2018

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