We walked around with notebooks and a pen and took notes about everything we saw: the small apple tree with its tiny leaf buds, the grass that had finally turned green from its brownish winter hibernation shade, and mothers pushing their baby carts to the park, a block away, a smile on their faces.
We were in an investigating mood; everything felt fresh and new and mysterious in the clear light of the late April sun.
My mom instilled As a child, my mother displayed the seriousness of spirituality.
In which she expressed her faith in us at an early age, that prayer time was not the time to make jokes nor to complain about having to partake in it.
I have this very clear memory of sitting on the front step of my house and watching her as she took down the mosquito screen and scrubbed the wide-open window.
In my notebook, I wrote: “Conclusion: my mother is doing the Great Spring Cleaning! Some of my best and clearest childhood memories revolve around my mother cleaning.Our mothers tell us to clean because they want us to be able to clean for our own children, one day down the road.I’m sure most mothers don’t like cleaning all that much, but they do it anyway.I remember one beautiful spring weekend when I was about 8 or 9 years old.It was warm and sunny, finally, after the lingering Québec winters that always seem to have one more storm in store for us. But winter was definitely gone by that time, and I was playing outside with my friend from across the street.But what my mother was doing was the most interesting thing of all.She was taking over the house with buckets and rags, taking apart cupboard doors, windows and faucets.Another way she supported us was with love and care.My mom She would encourage me by simply saying, "Complaining is a useless way to solve problems, but becoming active on the issue is a great way to conquer it.I never let things go as far as making things unhealthy for me and those who live with me, but I can handle leaving dishes out to clean tomorrow or some dirty clothes on the floor to pick up when I do the laundry.I don’t know that I ever actually shared a spring cleaning spree with my mother.