Mothers and Mothers Day

My mother was nothing more that just a mother. The way that I see it is that she choose to raise us kids within the family. Her first name is Brigita Rose Kormos. She was the second to the youngest within her family of seven. Her father was of an ethnic back ground of Hungarian by way of her father and her own mother was Hungarian with a mix of Hungarian with a mix of Italian. She married my father. A lady that came from a small town and was raised upon the farm. When my grandfather decided to retire from farming she along with one aunt of mine moved into this small town called Yorkton. Shortly thereafter she met my father and for that matter the rest is history.

As my father was within the military, they met and the two got married. By the time I entered within the world, I was younger than a family of three. (Thereafter my father had a son from another women - which they discussed before they were married).

Mom was always the one that really had that full time job of raising us kids. Before she met my father, she sold shoes within a department store and had several within this town that wanted her hand in marriage but she waited till she was twenty four to get married. In those days, that was considered over the hill. Yet she lived to her own accord.

This saying that a man is only as good as the women behind him - does apply. But in many ways I think that she was the strength or foundation within the family. There were times whereby my father had his shortcomings. And whom was the one that picked up things when some of those happened - Mom. She went out of her way to converse with us. As there were times were my father was too busy and she really went the extra mile. I think it was part of her nature and as well, I am sure that there were times where they probably or nearly came to divorce or seperate. Yet, seemingly she was the one that was the comfort within the family. I am not negating my father as those were the way things were back then.

With each one of us she ensured that there was always the ability to talk. As many fathers can be - especially in those days. She ensured that we had choices. As well, she knew what was happening with each and everyone of us. I would not go as far to say that my father was ever abusive. Actually to the contrary. Yet this was the ying and yang of marriage. She by choice wished to be a mother and raise us and with all things concerned - she not only knew most everything as to what we were doing and as well, perhaps she was more of the one that was approachable.

While I was a kid, I remember she made sure that we kept up with our schooling and as well as there was always something on the table. She loved to cook as well as she had her own group of friends. She seemed to know more within our youth of what was happening. Tended to most all things. While my father was that traditional bread winner.

If there was anything that would characterize her within my youth was she made darn sure that we went to school. And as years passed on she really had more of a handle of what was happening with my older brother, my sister, and then myself. For me, I pretty much had a free for all. As my brother paved that way as he was the first to go through that adolescent period and he tested this conservative realm of which we were raised. So by the time I was at a certain age, my father thought he would give me a free for all as Blaine had girls, and then more girls and my father didn't know how to deal with it. But my mother could talk sense with him.

I think for a good part of my father's earlier years, he did rely on my mother who goes ironically by the name of Bunny. On her birth certificate, he father from Hungary made a few mix ups as one some documents it was Rose Bertha, and then on others it was Brigita and when it came to entering the US this all had to be fixed up as it was a bit of a mix up. But one thing mom never did was get mixed up on what she did as a mother and for that matter as wife. This term of within marriage of, through thick and thin, and through sickness and in health", she lived by it as mentioned earlier there were times that she could have easily left and separated my father. Some of his pals in the Air Force tended to spend most of the evening within the mess hall, and now and then my father did that more so before my time. But within each family there are the ups and downs.

The one thing I am certain of is that she came from being shy to really coming into her own. One whom loved to dance, could play piano and guitar and every day you would hear her singing some song.

When we returned into Canada as I was a kid, there were some ordeals that broke out a really all in all my father thought it was the best thing to bring us back into Canada as he was preparing to retire. He wanted my brother to go to a Air Force Academy but Blaine was not for it. He had as well as I - our ways entirely paid to enter into the Air Force and go to University in what's known as Royal Roads but neither of us wished to go that path. Dad never took well to it and Mom was the one that understood that we were making our own way and it was our option as to what we did. As well, my sister had some problems and for the most part Mom knew all too well that she needed that extra assistance.

Come morning of everyday during elementary, junior high, and high school. Mom was the one that was doing something silly. I remember so ofter her singing this song she made up," You gotta get up you gotta get up (and then at the top of her lungs) cause it's MORNING. Back then it was that "Okay, Okay, I'm up". And it's how we all went about our daily lives as kids. She really was the creative one within the family, still is and as well she had her struggle with Cancer. She had to have noids removed and then radiation. This was after my father came close to passing on. And I remember back then his request to me that if he should pass on that I ensure everything is set up for her. So that is something I shall do. She has not been in the greatest of health right now as while I was away from this city, my father took a fall out of bed, and she tried to pick him up and ended up with some fractures.

There ordinary doctor whom came here from South Africa was away at the time and some young fresh out of medical school, placed her on what is called Hydro Morph. Which is Morphine. He titrated her off it and her immune system has never completely returned as of yet. But people get old and still she has that spirit. Tomorrow with all concerned, my hopes are to take my laptop over to their place and just maybe some shall wish "Bunny" as she is called a Happy Mother's day. She is fascinated with the internet and when I arrived back from New York they all thought it was a fad. Well, I wish she would have picked it up as she would have literally had a hoot on it.

Many know I am divorced, I don't have any kids there were a few good close calls and I remember while many spanish aunts at the time were all praying for a child and I literally got home and passed this by my mother as I was stressed out to no extent back then and Bunny (my mother) as well just started in with, "Jack when me and your father had Blaine and Lorna, we just got by for a while there and this is the best thing that could ever happen". Well, I was doing that ok Mom - it's all good. But I got off the phone and then took the subway back downtown. And at the time when I was married, it was false alarm. I am not against kids, but the intention was to be married for a little longer and then my former wife and myself - wished to have kids which had dual citizenship.

I guess what I am getting at is I have a great mother. She has had much on her plate. And I think at times she ponders on the meaning of why. At this time within there live it's called the golden years. And I wish they were much more golden as there has been much illness and concerns for two people that now should have there own time to enjoy their own company and then be surprised by these occassions that take place. I do have a sister that has some problems, I don't wish to get into it but they have that on their shoulders. I think Mom carries all the weight and she has through the years. They have had and tremendous life. All in all most of their friends have either divorced and then there are a few very good friends that live in other parts of Canada and for mother's day I wish to bring some laughter, something that she can get a kick out of so I shall see what I do.

We have this thing where we don't feel it's within the material, but I know that Bunny, my mother does need some sort of surprise. I think she has been handling too much for too long and all taken into consideration I love the art of surprise. As my father now tends to see her in some ways as a mother like scenario and that coupled with my older sister. I think within some manner tomorrrow, I shall do something which is a surprise to her as it's funny how you come to be the parent, yet Mom is Mom. Regardless of our ages, if we have a mother that is still around and there has been a good relationship. I wish to muster up something.

How do I characterize my mother. She was the foundation of the family. And seemingly amongst all she still is and tomorrow is a day which often there is some situation and I have not had the time to plan for this one. But her character is and has always been that of one that looks on the good side of things and apparently still all her older brothers and sisters which are still alive, call her every night. There's something to be said for that as I think she has been that one that has always tended to others needs. And come tomorrow there shall be something and if not tomorrow it will be a surprise on Monday. Character - she has always been one that has a pleasant demeanor and common sense coupled with a good heart. There's nothing like making her laugh and somewhere within all that - it's what my intention is. If you know of any utubes or songs from the era of the 60's by all means send them this way as I might do something by way of my laptop tomorrow.

I guess that is a request as if she hears or sees some of the people I know on here. Literally I have a hunch and it's called LAPTOP. As I know she would just love it.

If you have it in ya I would appreciate it and the above is Bunny, in her younger years as somewhere on my blog here I have a picture of her from a year ago and one thing she loves is music. She does not know how to speak Hungarian - yet that was her first language. But I see some of you as great friends. I do mean that and even if it's a picture from your world.

Why not! Many of you have been the best of friends and I was just thinking of doing something creative. But I do see mother's as being the foundation of families, I have for years. Bunny did well, as do many women out there with their own. I should have never took that rest as I am wide awake. But if you have the time it would be rather cool...Above is a picture of Bunny back before I was born. She aged but she never changed much. And I am proud to be her son. There have been more good times that the later.

So tomorrow is Mother's Day and I guess I am thinking outside of the box again. But she was a good looker, and he was more than lucky.