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I Want You to Meet My Hero - My Mom!

My Mom and My Hero - Margaret Sikorski

The last few weeks I have been trying to spend most evenings working in my flower gardens. When you have your own business it is super easy to spend every waking moment dedicated to it and I have finally come to realize that is not a healthy thing to do. This summer I am going to spend a little more time in my garden.  If you are a gardener, you get it. Gardening really is good for the soul!

Last evening I was thinking about all the times my mom came for a visit from Winnipeg and puttered in my garden. My mom is getting older and has not been able to visit me in several years. Of course I visit her instead, but I sure miss our garden adventures! 

I took these photos about eight years ago, but I love them just the same. 

Meet my mom. Her name is Margaret and she is my hero. She is kind, compassionate, beautiful, intelligent, courageous and a wee bit mischievous. 

My Mom, Margaret Sikorski, in my garden

In 1977 my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was 44 year old. I was just a little girl at the time and I had no idea what cancer even was and I certainly didn't realize that she was fighting for her life. I do recall that she lost all of her hair and wore a wig, but she was still beautiful to me. Even while sick, my mom continued to raise five children, never missing a beat.

This year it is 41 years since she was diagnosed. 41 years!

My Mom, Margaret Sikorski

Two years ago, at 83 years old, my mom had a triple bypass and a valve replacement. About an hour after surgery, she was rushed back into the operating room and they opened her up again and removed a massive blood clot. Someone was watching over her that day.

Her recovery was slow, but her spirit was undownable. She's always been a fighter!

Margaret Sikorski, My Mom, My Hero

(I love this photo of my mom. It shows her mischievous side).

My mom is 85 now. Unfortunately I don't see her as often as I would like, but we still share some wonderful laughs over the phone. You know, the kind of laughter that hurts your cheeks.

Although my mom worked the odd part-time job over the years, she spent way more time doing volunteer work. I cannot recall all the organizations she volunteered for, but these ones come to mind - the Stella Mission, the Canadian Cancer Society and in more recent years she gave alot of her time to one of the political parties.

Recently she told me that she was at her local Member of Parliament's office doing her usual "volunteer" work and one of the gentlemen there called her into the office and asked her to take a seat.

The first words out of her mouth to him were "Am I fired?" 

The gentleman laughed and said "No Marg, we're not firing you. We going to start paying you for your time". He then told that they would pay her $15 an hour from now on. 

Imagine that! My mom is working a part time job! 

Oh how my mom and I giggled!

Posted on June 13, 2018 and filed under Gardening, Random Ramblings.