Sixty years ago today, Rebecca Jean Scott was born at Keidel Clinic in Fredericksburg, TX. She was baby number four to Henry and Irene Jung, my grandparents, in a succession of five children. Needless to say, a lot has changed since then. Opa and Oma are gone now. And the clinic in which my mother was brought into the world is now Der Küchen Laden, a kitchen and cooking accessory store of all things (and very expensive I might add).
My Mom has had an ordinary life for the most part, and has experienced more than her share of struggles and hardship. Yet here she is, still working as hard as ever, doing all she can for her kids and her animals, who are her life. One thing that stands out to me about her, and she would never guess this, is her relationship with God. It's not perfect, but then again, no one's is. What it is, however, is very real. Raw, untouched, almost childlike, but not in a shallow immature way; in a very simple way. I admire her because she when you-know-what hits the fan, which it inevitably always does, she turns to Him with a humble heart and asks for His help. The older I get, the more this amazes me, because I a lot of people I know tend to blame Him instead of cling to Him (myself included).
The older I get, the more and more I appreciate my Mom. I guess that's usually the way it goes. Don't get me wrong, we still have our squabbles, but at the end of the day, we are like two peas in a pod. She jokes and says that we're twins born 32 years apart. It's funny how alike we are, not only in looks, but personalities too. I hope and pray that she's around for a long time. Not only is she my best friend, she's my biggest fan, and I can't imagine going a day without her.
Happy Birthday Mommy. I love you. :-)
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