A Mother’s Day Story

By Mary Grace Musuneggi

Although my mother passed away over 22 years ago, I still think about her every day. And with Mother’s Day approaching I think about all the special things she used to do. She was Irish and a great story teller.  She found a lesson to be learned in everything I would do.
 
I had not yet turned five when I started Kindergarten at Boggs Avenue Elementary School in Mt. Washington. Kindergarten in those days was more about socialization and constructive play than educational courses. So every day we sang and played and did art projects. I really liked to play; I liked to sing; but my talents waned when it came to art projects. 
 
One day the teacher gave us a mound of clay and she asked us to mold it into an animal.  I tried and tried and nothing seemed to happen. My clay continued to look like a lump to me.  Then suddenly the teacher came over, picked it up, turned to the class and said, “Look! Isn’t this wonderful.  Mary Grace made a cow.” Really? A cow?  Didn’t look much like a cow to me.  A cow was certainly not my plan. But young as I was I knew not to contradict my elders, especially when it was all good…and when it was all about me. So I painted it and let it dry, and in a few days I took it home.
 
I gave it to my mother, and I related the story of how the cow came to be. With a smile on her face she said to me, “That’s life. Sometimes successes come by accident. The important thing is to just be; show up and keep trying. And you will find that sometimes you are in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing.”  My mother was so wise.
 
I look at my life sometimes and realize that a lot of it, a lot of the success, came from me just showing up, just being, just trying.  And I ended up in the right place at the right time.   
 
So I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day.  A day to celebrate all the times we have just shown up; delighting in being in the right place at the right time. Delighting in being the women that we are.  To celebrate a day to be grateful for our moms who taught us to do just that.