
Honey’s Mom at Honey’s ST. John Knits Events in August 2016
As you know, I draw my Good Morning Stories from my past experiences. I begin searching my mind, days before I put my fingers on the keyboard, for an eventful experience that has had a profound, loving or funny impact on my life. I was planning on writing a delightful mother-daughter story about my daughter and myself, but after spending the past week with my mother, I decided I would backtrack. Instead, I’m going to tell a story that took place a few years ago which also relates to a recent conversation with my mother regarding her insights and wisdom.
The mother-daughter relationship is complicated. Most have hills and valleys. My relationship with my mother is no different. My mother was very strong and controlling and I was not a meek, shrinking violet by any stretch of the imagination. That is not to say I was disrespectful. I honored my parents. I just had my vision of who I was. My mother, on the other hand, had her vision of who I should be.
As I matured into adulthood, I was sure I was not a clone of my mother. I was my own woman. As it turns out, at my mother’s 90th birthday party luncheon, with 50 women in attendance including friends, granddaughters, nieces and a daughters-in law, I came to realize that I was my mother’s daughter!
We sat at one long table upstairs in a private dining room at Gibson’s Restaurant — my mother and brother at one end and my husband, Shelly, and I at the other. I glanced at the setting and I could not make up my mind what was more beautiful: the gorgeous flowers down the length of the entire table or my mother’s friends from ages 88 to 96! As lunch progressed with an abundance of laughter and chatter permeating the room, I decided to stand up and ask each of the women and, of course her devoted son-in law and son, to tell a story — a memory of my mother.
Memories of my mother
I sat listening intensely as her girlfriends and family members told stories about my mother. Her capabilities, ambitions, love of family and joy of life unfolded before my eyes and then it was my turn. I was the last to speak. I stood up and said, as I toasted my mother with a glass of champagne in hand and said “I am my mother’s daughter.” My mother stood up and said, as she toasted me back, “That is the nicest compliment I have ever received!” My eyes flooded with tears of joy and I felt such deep love and respect for “this mother of mine.” I remember saying a little prayer to myself, “God, bless my darling mother and keep her safe and in good health.”
My mom is now ninety-three and has weathered a lot in the past year. She has suffered a broken hip and wrist, pneumonia, two severe bladder infections(one requiring hospitalization) and almost choked to death! It’s a miracle she is alive! But alive she is and God is granting my prayer.
Yesterday we sat chatting together in her apartment and I asked her if she would mind sharing her thoughts with me on womanly topics.
I said to her, “Mom, you are a sage, dripping with advice. Would you share your wisdom with the women reading Good Morning Story?”
“This will be fun. I would love to,” said my mom.
My mother’s words of wisdom
I asked her questions on several topics and jotted notes as she spoke. Here are my mother’s replies to my questions:
“Mom, give me your advice on what gives a woman her style.” The basis of style is the understanding of not only who you are but the kind of woman you want to represent. It is a combination of many things. It is your look that sets you apart from everyone else. It is your taste in books, in female friends, in your home and your joie de vivre. As you get older, dear daughter of mine, don’t be afraid; move with grace and expose your wisdom. After all think of the alternative!
“What about gossip among women, mom?” If you tell one woman, it is no longer a secret! (She said that with a twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes.)
“Mom, what if you know people are talking about you.” That’s an easy one. If people are talking about you, you know you are not boring!
“Mom, sometimes our children disappoint us. How do we deal?” This is an old saying, but a true saying: One mother can take care of ten children. Ten children cannot take care of one mother. You give your children their roots and then their wings. It is the progression of life.
“Mom, what is your philosophy on friendship?” Have women friends from all walks of life. A clique becomes a bore. Don’t expect from most and you will not be disappointed.
“Mom tell me your secret on aging beautifully.” I exercise my mind, not my body!
“What about skin care, mom?” Use olive oil on your skin. Stop with the facelifts. You cannot hide age. Your lines show your life, your persona. Smile!
“You and dad had a wonderful marriage. What do you attribute this to?” You know what I told you when you were to become a bride — a woman makes a marriage. Those five words are worth their weight in gold, in more ways than one!
I laughed!
“Mom what do you attribute to your longevity?” Sometimes I wish it was not so long! I suppose it may be my lack of fear and my love of laughter — and you! You keep telling me, “Mom, I need you!’
I did not answer. I just smiled. I got out of my chair, wrapped my arms around “this mother of mine” and whispered in her ear, “I do need you.” She looked at me with her twinkling blue eyes, gave me a kiss and said, “I need you more.”
We shared a smile.
I wanted to end the conversation on an upbeat note, so I said,
“Mom, in another year you will be 95! I am going to give you another beautiful luncheon. This time I am going to add to the list all of my girlfriends who know and truly revere you! It will be a great day. You will be the Queen Bee! Together we will write your life message you can share with all at your table. You will speak your thoughts and everyone will leave your 95th birthday party feeling marvelous and the buzz will be out in the city that you are one grande dame!”
I could tell she was excited and looking forward. Next year, on Good Morning Story, I am hopeful that I will be able to share pictures with you and “her story” told in her words.
Editor’s note: Worth repeating! This story originally ran in April 2015.

i have never commented on any stories I’ve read online, but this brought tears to my eyes. I envy the relationship you and your Mother have, I lost mine when I was 29, before my children were born, many times wished for one more day to gain more advice and knowledge from her. Bless you and your Mother.
Honey, I just returned from sharing the Passover weekend with family, including my 92-year-old aunt. I was reminiscing about my mom, who I lost 3 years ago at the age of 86. I was touched by your story and your mother’s deep wisdom. Her life lessons remind of a quote I recently read, “Our elegance is not determined by what we wear.” Thank you for enriching the holidays with your Good story. I look forward to reading about her next birthday celebration!
From your lips to God’s ears!To the Grande Dame and her special daughter~~here’s to 95 and counting.
I love this love story.
Jill xoxo
What a great story Honey! You and your Mom are so lucky to have each other.
I have had the joy and good fortune of knowing Susan’s Mom my whole life. Thank you, Susan for re-
posting this. I, too, learn from your beautiful,(in so many ways) ‘knowing’ Mom each time I’m with her,
but I learned so much more from your blog. I loved the way that you asked her specific, important questions. Your ‘interview’ with Your Mom was a ‘Gift’ to us All. . .love, Gail
You are one of my main role models. Thank you for your note.
Love, Honey
Honey,
What a lovely story. Both you and your mother are blessed to have each other….and for such a long time. I’m picturing the twinkle in her blue eyes. I was not blessed with a good mother….however I was very fortunate to have a feisty, kind, smart, loving Grammie. Her blue eyes twinkled quite a bit. When one comes from an abusive parent, it’s easy to go down the path of bitterness. I have fought that path my entire life. I choose better over bitter. Grace over hatred. I’ve been able to find kindness in some very special women in my life. And, I’ve been able to turn off the negative and be the most loving, supportive mother to my sons. I consider myself one very lucky woman. Thank you for your stories. I enjoy them immensely.
Your family is lucky to have you. Your values, even through adversity, are pristine. We are kindred spirits. I think as you think. Thank you for writing to me and have a lovely day.
Warmly, Honey
Best article yet!!!
Thank you Mary. There is nothing like a mother.
Warmly, Honey
❤️
Dear Jean,
I am smiling. The heart says it all.
Warmly, Honey