The only genuine way I know to start this post is to describe my own mother and the unsurmountable influence she has had in my life, through the delicate medium of words and photography.
My mother had a saying that always reflected her firm commitment to her faith and reminds me to this day to let go when all seems lost:
“God is good all the time, all the time God is good.”
She chose to accept that the goodness of God is always there, especially when we don’t see it. She would say that all the shit we experience in life, that it isn’t God, it’s the world, though we frequent the notion God is responsible for most of our troubles.
It’s hard to describe the impact and influence of a good mother. My mother, Diane Jane Elston, is a rare force for good in this world. She speaks with kindness, listens without judgment, and moves with deliberation.
Her influence on me cannot be understated. She has helped shape who I am, and I will forever be grateful for that.
Growing up, my mother would take me on all kinds of adventures: skiing, hiking, biking, running, swimming, and pretty much anything outdoors. She wanted me to experience everything she loved, and started when I wasn’t even able to walk.
My mother grew up in the unforgiving Arizona desert and went to college in Colorado, where there was a lot of room and encouragement for outdoor activity.
She also grew up with two brothers that were always daring her to do something stupid, which led to many visits to the hospital, but also a go-get-it attitude that I can say I’ve partially inherited (minus the hospital visits luckily).
In fact, my mother has had so many accidents in her life, that she could probably recall twenty off the top of her head. For example, one time she had a full-sized stingray barb go clean through her foot! Exciting eh! Or another time she fell down a full flight of marble stairs, encasing her head in the drywall, losing her sense of taste and smell instantly (it was a frightful time for the whole family).
Even more frightening and a true test of faith for my mother and the whole family was when she spent half a year in hospitals with stage three cervical carcinoma cancer, teetering on the brink of death.
Still she said,
“God is good all the time, all the time God is good.”
Just hearing these stories makes me feel so grateful I’m not in her shoes, free of the many injuries or maladies she has experienced.
Even through it all though, my mother’s warm and accepting demeanor might make breaking every bone worth trading places.
My mother was more than a wild, fun explorer, she was also a writer (admittedly a more experienced and successful one than me).
As a young mother of three, while studying to become a speech therapist, my mother wrote the most captivating children’s book inspired by her two young, rambunctious nephews.
In the story, the two explorative brothers build a rocket, travel deep into space, discover strange worlds, meet friendly aliens, and find the meaning of life for themselves (basically every child’s dream).
The story was so captivating that as a child, upon falling asleep I would vividly dream of the same adventure, lost in a blissful state of space exploration.
One day, I intend to get it published, because it’s way too good not to be read by millions of children (and parents).
In the photos above, I wanted to display my mother as I have seen her over the years.
In one photo, we had just climbed Manitou Springs in Garden of the Gods, Colorado. I instinctually snap a quick photo before finding the shade of a nearby tree to picnic under.
The incline is, well, not an easy one, and according to my mother, there is no “slow” hiking. As I mentioned, my mother has been taking me on hikes and adventures my whole life, either on her back or by her side.
Nowadays, I can beat her up the mountain with no trouble, but I would rather stay by her side too.
In another photo, my mother is with my father in the hospital fighting cancer, still holding on to a bright smile even through suffering intense pain. You see, my mother has never been scared of death, she has a faith like none I’ve ever witnessed before.
She says,
“For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible and for those who believe, no proof is necessary.”
In many of the photos you see this same bright smile and genuine kindness.
I wish the whole world could meet my Mom, though she’s never been one for the limelight, she’s just a simple natured giver that prefers one on one interactions.
Even so, I hope I was able to capture just some of that nature in this post and share it with the world.
More on Mothers:
- The Incredible Importance of Mom. (read)
- ‘Mama’s boy’ is not an insult. (listen)
- Why are mothers important? (watch)
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