Mom was creative, outgoing, and seemed to find the fun in everything. Her sense-of-humor was beyond reproach! My little sister (yes, the same one I share the farm with now) and I fought like cats and dogs constantly! One day, Mom stepped into one of our blow-outs and handed each of us a butter knife.
Now, for those of you that do not know your way around a kitchen, a butter knife is just that – a blade no sharper than to cut butter. WE FREAKED OUT – mom just handed each of us a knife! What were we supposed to do with it?
When she put them in our hands she yelled:
“Now try to kill each other!”
In a very firm voice, I must say! We just stood there looking at the knives and looking at her, then back at each other. She started mumbling something under her breath, turned and walked out of the room. We were still standing there mortified!
Mom gave us each a knife – MOM GAVE US EACH A KNIFE – WHAT?? After what felt like an eternity, we sat down right where we were standing. Knives still in hand we glanced at them and then to each other. This whole shocking situation must have gone on for at least an hour.
Then, as we sisters always did, we scooted closer to one another. We began questioning what was wrong with mom, and just what were we supposed to do with these knives? We were, in fact, only about 5 and 7 years old at the time – what were we going to do with any kind of knife?
Well, Mom, the smartie that she was, knew that we never really wanted to kill each other, but she was fed up with our fighting. Pulling out a real possibility of damage caused the two sisters to band together (she was so smart) to solve our dilemma.
The thing about the two of us that disturbed mom is how we could be so mean to each other, but should an outside source attack one or the other, we immediately bonded together against the foe! She and her siblings were never like that, so she just could not fathom why we could not play nice with each other. We remained this way until…oh wait, we still do it on occasion!?
However, no matter how many times we fought, bit, punched, or ran off on one another; mom managed to flip it into a her vs. us situation. She had this fantastic way of defusing any issue. To this day, whenever my sister and I have any issues we cannot resolve; one or the other of us will hold up our fisted hand like we still have that butter knife in it and wave it at the other. Within seconds neither of us can stop laughing. This small memory of our mother still calms any of our tense circumstances.
We have also created a new stress-relief moment….75¢… that is all either of us needs to say, at any given bad moment, to result in instant smiling relief (want to know why, read my past blog: https://helbergfarmstories.com/2017/01/25/2295/ ).
Mom embedded many outstanding mom-isms into us as we grew. A great many times we had no clue, at the time, what was happening. Now, as we are old enough to understand all the true meanings of her methods, I am in awe of her! How did she manage to stay sane with all of us wack-jobs around her? How did she manage to not only keep her humorous nature but somehow instill it into her children? What an amazing woman she was! Thank you mom!!