Who am I

Today as I was picking squash, I recalled a thought I had years ago. I wondered why my Mom had to have such a big garden. We, the children, were all grown and gone. So why do all that. So as you may guess I am doing exactly the same thing, Why do I have all this stuff growing? I have become my Mom.
She was Probably the most respected woman of her generation, in her home town. My Mom raised 8 children alone. My Dad died at the age of 42 and she was 38. Every time I go to my home town and mention who I am and who she was, I hear "Oh my,she was an amazing woman, yes I knew her, she did such a great job raising you children." I also hear " Your Mom was a very respected woman", I might add she also took care of her aging parents, Yes my grandma and Grandpa lived right behind us in a house my Mom built for them, mostly with here own hands.
Being a child I did not recognize that trait in her, she was the person that made sure we were fed, clothed and clean. I dont recall ever thinking any thing else. Now in retrospect, she was amazing. I hope I told her often enough. I hope I made it clear how much I appreciated her devotion, but I am not sure it was loud or clear enough.
Never,Never did she put herself or her needs first. She knew God gave her a job to do and she did it. I remember vividly, often, she would say, I only want to live long enough to raise you kids, and see that you are taken care of. she did that.
So as I work my garden I thank God for his bountiful blessings. They are there, you just have to seek his will in you lives.