My Mother's Hands, Celebrating My Mother On My Birthday, Tiffany Jenkins Destroys the Perfect Mom Routine and Celebrating the Life of Christina Lapadula (Lee's Beloved Mom)

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By the way we want to hear from you. Your mother stories from our American stories.com that's our American stories.com are neck storytellers from Fort Worth, Texas with his story the real Santa Roger Latham is back along with his daughter candy to honor his mother celebrate Mother's Day. Take a listen number of years ago, my office, my father entered and had six small size pages you might like to be said, although I did not know at the time it might've been a good thing if he had provided a handful of tissues. The words on the page were written in pencil. I recognize that once my mother's distinctive flowing cursive.

I knew it well because she had faithfully written for me for all of my three years defending America from raging Germans. It was 1967, so it could easily have been. Now these pages held blank verse poem. I began to read. It was easy to realize it as the musings of a middle-aged woman, the soul deeper than the deepest sea when I finish my cheeks restricts sailing. I've never known my mother to have such depth, then it hit me to write words and run.

Retrieved from the deep place thousand below the surface of self. I smiled to thank of the unexpected genetic gift. My mother had provided. Too often I push such thoughts aside. Texas boys don't read poetry and certainly don't cry.

The piece was never meant to be published. I imagined my mother wrote it on some sunny spring day with windows allowing sweet smell of honeysuckle because her soul. It was never presented to a larger audience until her memorial service in the year 2000.

I did the eulogy. No problem. But if I attempted to read the poem. It was an indisputable fact of same blubbering fool. So my son stepped in and read hands as this presentation ended, I noticed Mitch. The assembled other folks also in tears following you will hear my daughter read hands her face and Prasanna mimic her grandmother's perfectly hands like last night I glanced I was ashamed when I saw and nails were worn short and polished the fingertips were breath skin spotted and teamed then suddenly they reminded me a pair of hands out of my past experience these hands. I last remembered as being still folded over a client practiced an internal sentence and much-deserved rest. They had not been the hands of a great artist or world renowned sculptor, nor had they sat in mortal music on paper.

And lastly, poetry that there were had been as beautiful and as immortal as if they belong to such study and talented mortals. These hands had the blessed privilege of cuddling tiny downy hands to press for thieves. The pleasure of scrapping the paint. They had changed the mountains of diapers and scrap times little close by. They had button thousands of patents that somehow never seem to stay patent through a long and tedious hours typed cleats gathered ruffles, frills, laces and embroidery had been applied to dainty dresses and suits with infinite laughing care. These hands had bait glamorous birthday cakes each done with special care importance roles, ties, cakes and cookies. These hands mates where the tastiest masterpieces ever produced on earth with unsurpassed devotion and tenderness. These hands had sued the browser favored with measles, whooping cough months and flame and wiped the house and notices they had bandage hundreds of little toes with professional skill and neatness and wiped away the tears of fear and pain.

These were the hands that had plucked the peach tree switch to administer discipline never in anger always in life. Then when the terrified screams of nightmares of little ones came in the night, there was always quieting life. These hands had held the family Bible. During family prayer interest.

A large portion of the Sunday school enrollment on Sunday morning.

They had known emptiness of burying a tiny firstborn son these the hands of a sculpture.

Yes, for they had taken five small amounts of red God-given Clay and molded five lovely strong bodies the hands of an artist. Yes, for with the tenderness of life, sacrifice and devotion.

They painted the picture of life in kindness on the hearts and soul. Then the shame of my work worn hands vanished, for they had reminded me at the hands of my mother, and a special thanks to Roger Latham and his daughter can sharing that beautiful home with us.

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It was just what I want, it was the perfect present a one-size-fits-all something that I have warm pool of buying for myself but never did.

But somehow my mom with her special maternal instincts and motherly radar with her uncanny ability to glean information from snippets of overheard conversations figured it out all by yourself.

And in the end she gave me the one gift that I had nothing else could ever say happy birthday son like a large gift wrapped box containing brand-new shawls all reciprocating saw at least I'm sure that's what she was thinking to be honest, I couldn't have agreed to months later, I put my newest favorite tool through its paces while volunteering with my church on a mission trip to Appalachia where we were helping make homes warmer safe and dryer my trusty solenoid quite capably resolved. A plethora of challenging cutting circumstances with ease and efficiency in one night as I was reflecting upon its versatility. I suddenly wondered what could I have possibly done to deserve such an awesome birthday present and then even greater question came to mind. What does anyone ever do to deserve any special recognition for nothing more than to of been born both questions somehow intrigued and yet bothered me at the same time it occurred to me that aside from being the blue-eyed blonde babbling bundle of joy because my parents will to change from being a team of two to becoming a family of three. I have done absolutely nothing to merit being the fortunate recipient of birthday cards and gifts of salutations and recognition. It also occurred to me that if there was any one person who truly deserved acknowledgment for enduring nine long months of daily discomfort which included morning sickness, indigestion, anemia, swollen ankles. If there was one person who was deserving of birthday kudos for Once upon a time being pregnant and then giving birth to a towheaded little kid who would one day grow up to become a happy and healthy reciprocating soul wielding adult. It was my mom. After all shoot all the pertinent details pertaining to my ultimate appearance in this world be made known.

This much would be readily obvious.

I had nothing to do with my own birth, except of course to of been present for the festivities. Suddenly it seemed wrong for my mom to have done all of the work and for me to receive a lifetime of April birthdays blowing out the candles on my forever favorite and beloved strawberry shortcake, so it was that night and Appalachia. As I packed away my sore. I knew that I was going to have to do something about this birthday recognition business. The following year and on the morning marking the date of my birth. I surprised mom with the dutiful floral arrangement.

One way of acknowledging and sharing with her special day I would do this several more times over the coming years as we would mutually note the anniversary celebrating the arrival of her firstborn now getting these annual arrangements to her wasn't always as easy as I might've liked because the senior citizen lead an active life. Once the perpetual motion. Knowing this, I soon discovered that it would be her schedule and her circumstances that would dictate when and where she might receive the annual acknowledgment, recognizing our auspicious occasion. While some of these deliveries were certainly dispatched to her home.

Not all of them were once I surprised her by placing them inside her car outside the deli where she often stopped for a midmorning cup of coffee. Another time I had them delivered to the hospital information desk where she was volunteering while still another year, she found them inside the room housing the food pantry at my church, where she spent time sorting and bagging donations for distribution. Although the delivery locations and as well the arrangements themselves would differ from year to year. The one thing that never changed was the verbiage on the enclosed card. My handwritten message to her was always the same. Happy birthday to us. Love Steve.

I think that she grew to expect her annual floral arrangements, and I was more than happy to provide them. They were beautiful reminders of our birthday bond. The sun was moments from rising and still the colors of spring were already clear to see the bright yellow forsythia is running the length of my neighbors backyard.

The linen white butts on the dogwoods the mulch and green colors of the emerging leaves high atop the Oaks and the Maples. I stood outside on that cool April morning, savoring my coffee and basking in the magnificence of this just awakening. It was my birthday and I was another year older than mom. She's not water with us, but I sure as I knew that a strawberry shortcake was going to be in my immediate future. I couldn't help thinking about her.

After all, it was our day. It will always be our day and so I softly whispered happy birthday to us. Mom and you know what, I'm pretty sure that she heard me and you been listening to Stephen were semiotic beautiful story about his mom. Special thanks as always to faith the great work. She always does on our pieces and a special thanks to Stephen for not only writing this book for performing this beautiful piece in my goodness it's so true.

What could I have done to deserve such an awesome birthday present. He asked himself when he got a reciprocating saw as a young man that the mom understood that was the dream I gleaming through conversations and snippets of conversations. What he really wanted my late such a great point. The boy gets the credit for what coming out of the mom in the mom did all the work.

What a beautiful tradition to establish with your mother, happy birthday to us. I wished I'd have thought of that lost my mom, my goodness, I should've done that I didn't ever think about that, but again my mom wanted to be all about me. In the end she wanted to know that I was unconditionally loved and did all the things any mom would do. I was lucky to have a mom.

We did all those things in my goodness that night and Appalachia when he had that understanding all my goodness I had nothing to do with my own birth mom did all the work I get the birthday gift. We looked at your mother's story send them that our American stories.com that's our American stories.com will be playing them all year long notches Mother's Day folks we love mother stories and father stories all year long for semiotics during his mother's story in our American store millions will make Medicare coverage decisions for next year and United healthcare can help you feel confident about your choices for those eligible Medicare annual enrollment runs from October 15 through December 7.

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Tiffany wrote a highly successful memoir by achiever. The shocking true story of one addict double life. Here's Tiffany Jenkins with the rest of her story. What it means to be a good means to be social media and YouTube YouTube for example, family announcing to the left brain is so chilly as cited in screaming and okay my announcement went all halfway house for two months and I started dating okay when we get over.

I'm not going to detail about what happened on the overnight pass. Let's just say that two weeks later he started acting weird job scrape together some corridors and walked my back down to the dollar tree in my testing. There is a baby and only t-test in the bathroom on the halfway house I was living with six other women in the second line popped up collapsed on the floor and lost my mind is not joyous. I was not excited I was here. He just started gaining trust back with my family. What playhouse they use the one overnight pass.

They finally gave me. I couldn't even take care of myself.

Take care of a child I was terrified. I prayed out and solicit technically physically I know why this happened spiritually and mentally.

I don't know why. Please tell me what I'm supposed to do is baby in that moment that I realized secondly, I wanted this baby more than I ever wanted anything in my entire life. I told my sister basically like a unity. I told the halfway house and he could get it let me live there until I can get on my feet so I'm five months after I continue to live in the halfway house until near the end of my pregnant my recovery stop just because I had to keep working on myself. I got a job, bust my butt got a card, we got an apartment, my son was born on my birthday. It was the greatest Pharisee.

My son was pregnant with the cluster. She burst into the world colicky.

Tears and chaos and I got postpartum depression.

Two weeks after she was born to start working to live with us full-time and I was postpartum depression following. I went from being single sexy bachelorette living in a halfway house to a married mother of three standard two years when it comes to tell.

I know in the beginning when I was suffering from postpartum depression. I used to go to social media for support and you know to try to see what other people are doing because I had no clue and I quickly realized that it seemed like everybody else had their life together more mindless, everybody's home look beautiful on my look like a hurricane descriptive allows for posing with their babies looking so perfect and wonderful. I wanted to leave mine in the crib and run out the front door and never come back. I can explain what acted internally as a person and maybe feeling of failure feel ashamed and embarrassed me me feel like maybe I wasn't meant to be a mom. There was one day one day, especially where I presented my children just for existing accounting.

I didn't want to be my so called my doctor crying and I said is it bad that I don't want the kids anymore and they said coming to the office right now and I worked on recovery plan started to feel better.

I started to write for numerous ties is really therapeutic for me to tell my truth and to get it out of my head just to share my writing because everywhere I looked. Everything looked so perfect, so I thought maybe if there's just one person out there who's feeling the same way as me.

They can read what I've written and see that they're not alone. Jenkins, a good mom is not measured by her ability to keep a clean home. Some people have more money than other people. Some people have more possessions than other people matters like this can be over before you know it and I promise you that it is not say anywhere in Europe. Her house is really clean yes stop stressing about we stop wasting time beating ourselves up over the little stuff and start spending more time creating memories with her kids taking on places putting our phones down to limit them going outside when they cannot legally sing just you and neither of you will ever regret that decision clean just made myself that minute will never, and I know that and they know that to me to make the minutes count. What makes a good mom. I don't think there's one answer is somebody doesn't spend hours obsessing about how they aren't good enough is somebody who recognizes that they have a problem and does whatever they can't fix it, the addiction, alcoholism, anger, depression, whatever is have a problem realizing that come see me in doing what you can to make sure that you are the best possible taking action. But it all went down being a shining example to the kids what love is showing and telling others as often as possible that and that was Tiffany Jenkins.

You were listening to what a voice and so straight straight as an arrow, and by the way that line in the beginning what was I going to do can't take care of myself, go take care of this child. By the way were never ready to raise a kid. So many people say I'm not ready. You never read and she jumped in and raise this child and what grade device in mom's good ones fathers do this to show them love and show others love as often as possible.

I have no idea what doing. She also said you know what Mother's Day stories Tiffany Jenkins story here on our American story millions will make Medicare coverage decisions for next year and United healthcare can help you feel confident about your choices for those eligible Medicare annual enrollment runs from October 15 through December 7. If you're working past age 65. You might be able to delay Medicare enrollment. Depending on your employer coverage.

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Now it's time for my own celebration of my own mother in her life. The world didn't notice when she died in December 2012 the age of 80. Those of us who knew her and loved her. We all noticed we lost someone who lived for us, someone who loved us. Someone would've done anything for us and her friends even stranger Christina La Padula, my mom came into the world. December 1932, a pretty tough time to be born. You think though she grew up through the Great Depression and World War II stories of her childhood were mostly fun.

She grew up in West New York, New Jersey, densely populated town near 3 miles from downtown like the neighboring cities of Hoboken Union City and Jersey City West New York was packed with immigrant families all over your first generation polls choose Irish and German for all had distinct cultures and languages. Parents were both from Italy and came to this country with no money, no education, neither speak English like all of the immigrants and their labored her parents didn't come to America to change the country they came to America change in the lives of the family.

The parents wanted their children to assimilate into the fabric of their adopted homeland to do it fast. That meant no speaking Italian in the house.

Luckily for her English as a second language movement in education not yet been born. The school systems of the day didn't adapt to the kids. Kids adapted the school system.

My mom lived in a small five-story walk and her brother John.

The streets bustled with nonstop action and drama and the times were tough. My mom never really remembered many really hard time.

I didn't know we didn't have much as no one else I knew had much she will still us. We would never pull. We didn't have money but we were never poor.

Remember my mom seeing some of the tough neighborhoods in the 60s and the 70s and mothers pushing baby carriages and graffiti just what happened to the American family and she knew it wasn't just lack of money could explain even the time she grown up to have a family intact families around you that are intact and churches around. She was surrounded by Catholic and Protestant churches everywhere. It's hard to imagine the kind of poverty that we now know, because there are so loved by families. My mom met her husband to be in high school. She was the captain of the cheerleading team. He was the captain of the basketball team. And yes, these things happen in life. My dad was a starter and was shy about it and ultimately could've easily after some very good sporting years ended up as he put it in the penal system is the other temper, and he was angry at the world for this this affliction stuttering and my mom knew it, and ultimately worked with him, loved on him and got into college and he became an educator I parents got married right after dad graduated from college, but they never took time to be a married couple.

There were always kids.

By the time they were 30. They had for us to take care when they ready for it all will mom didn't ask that kind of question, nor did dad for any of them back in the 1950s. They were probably better off how long we delay such things were never ready. I remember as a kid looking at pictures of mom and dad before they became the adults they became they look like grown-ups even in their high school yearbooks, as did most of their peers why they sacrificed so much. We asked that a lot of both of them. I learn as I got older, the calling what my mom into the sacrifice irritated they were doing what they were supposed to do.

No one back then thought postponing adolescents into their 30s is an option. They started started lives. They started families in Korea one picture from their wedding is my favorite young bride and groom bringing as they cut their wedding celebrating on a rooftop neighboring building. No wedding planners, functional exotic honeymoons was a drive up and down the Niagara Falls and back to life. One of the great gifts. My mom gave me along with my dad was watching a marriage grow in the early days. My dad had a temper that actually spirit all of us never hit me ready but just the power of his voice was almost made all of his prime.

None of us understood what the fights were about what it does, they probably didn't know either. Sometimes I thought one of them would just call it quits. But always, always, the next day came there they were.

As time passed dad's temper faded as dad's temper faded and he got more comfortable.

The marriage settled. My mom had learned a lot depict less fights inches with her patients.

Let him grow up. As I got older I came to appreciate the small things daily habits and rituals. My dad and mom shared those rituals and rhythms of life gave me a great sense of stability. A great sense. The relationships in last that love can last the coffee they had every morning the daily run to the supermarket. The evening coffee out by the pool, listening to WOR in the transistor radio early dinners at a local bar for pizza and mussels marinara card games. Mom always one the habits of love with there for me to observe and later in life to imitate the love I witnessed didn't look like anything I saw in movies. It look like something so much better.

Something within reach. The constancy consistency the mutual understanding.

None of it was terribly exciting but it was good for me was good for my parents to as a of theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer said this in a letter to his knees before her wedding boat. It's not your love that sustains your marriage from now on. The marriage sustains your love. That lesson may be the greatest lesson. My mom and my dad taught me marriage sustains love. A number of things my mom did for us. Well, there are too many to count. But the thing we almost appreciated was her taking a job as a secretary at a local college fairly Dickinson University so all four of us to go to college for free by the way, there were two years were all four of us were in college at the same time I when my mom loved doing it. Love the work. But in the end as we grew up and left home a little part of my mom.

Well, just died is in the end what they were.

The greatest satisfaction was motherhood just did not work here thrift shop called anything goes in our little town and were not sure whether it ever made money dad never came clean. Never told us the truth about that but I always watch my mom give stuff away to people who couldn't afford it. The negotiation was always I really can't afford that Chris and Chris returned to Spain, you can. Not exactly the way forward for a great business enterprise, but I think my mom ran that business is to just keep her maternal instincts going and just continue to help and serve. Also, never, my mom is a warrior African-American couple moved into town with a beautiful family and there was some efforts to resist this. It's called blockbusting that was discrimination pattern of the North, South, that there is the North had while we had our own to broadcasting from Oxford, Mississippi, and speaking about segregation in New Jersey, but it happened. My mom thought that she remembered as a young Italian girl being called whopping dado and Italians did not get perfect treatment from their white European brothers and sisters. It was rough go.

My mom also always set up for young Jewish kids in the neighborhood. The discrimination something she just didn't she didn't stomach the other big memory I have of my mom sharing with me one day and she gave to me, the Purple Heart and the picture of her brother's tombstone in Cimarron, France. She lost her brother World War II was a paratrooper was killed in France, not long after the and I was honored with that presentation. My mom gave it to me.

It hangs in my office till my last memory of my mom is at the nursing home. Remember those last days I would always take the late shift and I would stick in cigarettes for her more menthols and I would sneak in a really good meal there. She said the stuff here's rubbish. The candied inside bringing all the food she wasn't allowed to eat we go outside in the dark and the cold at midnight I turn on the transistor radio put on her favorite station, trying to catch some Sinatra oldies. She would puff away and then slice up a good steak. Some of the great macaroni and cheese diner next and those of the fondest memories I have of my mom. Those are just some of the stories I remember so many more I don't have the time to tell life of Christina La Padilla Christina leave my mom here in our American stories suit millions will make Medicare coverage decisions for next year and United healthcare can help you feel confident about your choices for those eligible Medicare annual enrollment runs from October 15 through December 7. If you're working past age 65. You might be able to delay Medicare enrollment.

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