Even though the economy is down and things are tight, this is a way you can honor your mom without breaking the bank. Sometimes we forget the power of the spoken or written word, like how much a simple letter can really mean to someone. Flowers are wonderful, but actually telling your mom how much she means to you – priceless.
Every day leading up to Mother’s Day, one Bert Show cast member will honor their mom by reading them a letter – something that means worlds to them.
Major Mascara alert – you have been warned:
Bert’s Son, Hayden, Reads His Letter To Stacey:[jwplayer mediaid="74432"]
Kristin’s Letter:[jwplayer mediaid="74292"]
A Story about Sheila
To appreciate and love my mom is to understand what she has endured to become the woman she is,
who in turn shaped me into the woman I am today. It’s so easy to look at people from the outside and
pass judgment, without knowing an ounce of who they really are. You think it’s your own experiences
that shape you into the person you become, and there’s some truth to that, but it’s also your parent’s
experiences that mold you and shape you. Especially for a mother and daughter.
My mom lost her father at the age of 9. She was away, visiting relatives when he suffered a heart
attack, so it was a sudden and traumatic loss. My mom never had the opportunity to give her dad a
proper goodbye, and 40 plus years later it still hurts her to this day. Every conversation my mom and I
have always ends with “I love you.” Every visit home ends with a tearful hug goodbye. We don’t ever
take those moments for granted.
To be a mother is to give birth to a child. To be a mom is to dedicate your life to a child. When my
parents married, it was my mom’s mission to get pregnant. She wanted a baby more than anything,
and if I remember correctly 3 months later her wish came true and being a mom became her life’s work.
My brother and I were incredibly lucky that she choose to be a stay at home mom. This wasn’t an easy
feat, there were struggles, but my brother and I were none the wiser. Hands on is an understatement.
Helping with homework and projects, my Conestoga wagon kicked all the other Conestoga wagon’s
butts by the way. She was at every piano recital, at every school function, and at every basketball game.
When I first started playing basketball in middle school, I was horrible. But back then, I never knew
that. My mom always made me feel like I was the star player, and the two minutes of playing time I
would get, well, those would be the greatest two minutes of the game to her. I’ll never forget the first
basket I ever made in the 7th grade. Why, because my mother was videotaping it from the bleachers of
course. Basketball gave me confidence, work ethic, friends, and it’s because my mom believed in me
and encouraged me that I became so passionate and competitive. Not only did she have a daughter
who played basketball for 6 years, but a son who played baseball for 10. All the time spent driving to
practices and games and the basketball camps to eventually get me better. To this day she is my biggest
supporter, my biggest cheerleader. For the record, she can cheer and she can cheer loud. Just ask Mrs.
Cole, my high school basketball coach. They had to stop my mom from running out on the court when
a girl fouled me so hard I flew half way across the floor. My mom celebrated along with the wins, and
cried along with the losses, because any emotion her children were feeling, she would feel them right
along with us.
To go above and beyond, that was my mom for every family vacation and every holiday. This woman
can make a wreath like nobody’s business and decorate a tree like it’s in a showcase window at Macy’s.
Thankfully, she passed on the crafting gene to me. And it was never about how much money you put
into it, it was always about how much love. Vacations would have lengthy itineraries; she wanted to
make them as educational for my brother and me as possible. Always trying to make us better and
My mom didn’t have straight teeth, but by God her children were going to have straight teeth. My mom
didn’t go to college, but by God her children were going to have the opportunity to go to college. She
ALWAYS wanted her kids to have more. To strive for more. And she made sure it happened. My smile is
thanks to her. My college degree is thanks to her. Even when I took that semester off to “find myself”,
she never stopped believing in me.
When I was in college, I was living at home my freshman year, and was awoken suddenly one morning
by my mom. Our neighbor Joy had committed suicide, and my mom was the one who found her
body. Talk about grace under pressure, my mom jumped into action. Even though what she had
just witnessed was beyond horrific and graphic, she was a pillar of strength that day for our entire
neighborhood. So much strength coming from one woman. What impressed me the most, unlike most
of our neighbors; she never condemned Joy for what she did. She had this quiet understanding, because
you never truly know what somebody is going through.
To lead by example is the greatest way to teach your children. And it’s my mother who taught me
how to be a good daughter. Her relationship with my granny showed me commitment, compassion,
patience, and unconditional love. Growing up, every week we’d head down to Wilmore and have dinner
with Granny and her brothers, Uncle Dicky, Uncle Bennie, and Uncle JT. Granny made THE best mashed
potatoes. You think about your busy schedule now, and that was a commitment, a commitment
to family. Many years later, my Granny, my last surviving grandparent, would be diagnosed with
Alzheimer’s. I watched as my mother, with patience and compassion, moved Granny into our home to
take care of her. Then the pain of realizing when it was time to place her in a nursing home. And the
heartache of visiting her and not being recognized. And then the day it was time for her to go, but like
the stubborn Granny she was, she wasn’t going to leave without all of us there. As soon as my brother
entered the room, she took her last breath. It’s when life gets the most complicated and hard that you
see people shine. No matter how difficult the situation became, the amount of love my mom had for
my Granny was always evident. She taught me how to be a good daughter.
Mom, I want you to know that as proud as you are of me, Granny is just as proud of you.
What I want more than anything for you this Mother’s Day is to realize how much happiness you
deserve. You always worry about making others happy, doing for others is what you have done your
entire life. Your selflessness is one of your most admirable qualities.
I love you,
Jeff’s Letter:[jwplayer mediaid="74186"]
Jenn’s Letter:[jwplayer mediaid="73847"]
How can I sum up the solar systems full of love that I have for you in just one short letter, in one short radio segment, on one little Monday morning? Although it’s an impossible task, I would like to share with you, Mom, and our listeners just a small glimpse of who you are and just how much you mean to me.
Mom, Each day you are the greatest example of the Joy of selflessness. In giving, you receive. In your life, it’s not just words to live by and remember here and there. Giving your love is what you do every day to all those who are blessed enough to cross your path in life. It is your effortless mantra. Whether it is for Dad, Matt or me… or whether it is for your friend who may be struggling or sick… or the kindergartener who forgot his lunch… everyone who knows you – knows your love.
Mom, You Make life FUN! You encase Pure Optimism. No string attached, no conditions to be met, no mood that needs altering, you wake up happy about each day God had given you. Your optimism and positivity comes from your light within. (If I could somehow bottle it, our family would be gazillionaires!) Your zeal for life and your loved ones makes everything with you FUN. When we were little… That may have been looking for shark’s teeth and pretty shells on a beach walk or driving to softball or baseball or basketball or volleyball or cheerleading or girls scouts or theater rehearsal or vacation… dressing up for Halloween in your home-made costumes, blackberry picking or gem mining or rock sliding in North Carolina, decorating for Christmas and opening our daily advent calendars… you made every moment fun. Now as adults, we can count on kayak trips, sunset cruises with Cosmos (of Course), delicious dinners at sunset and hours of long talks…. Our lives were then…and are now… filled with laughter, music, games and conversation… and most of all, your fun loving spirit.
When we were young and always vacationing in Cashiers, NC, we always saw this special girls camp on Lake Fairfield and talked about how I would one day be a Merrie-Woode girl. Once I was old enough, I went with my best bud for 2 weeks and it was the time of my life! At that point, there was nothing stopping you from getting me there each summer. Camp was not cheap, but that was no obstacle for you. You decided to become a recruiter and host parties in our hometown to earn points and credit toward my camp tuition. I didn’t understand then how much work and effort you put into making my camp days a reality… Why? Because you made all those hosting events so much fun! It was never work for you, never a burden, never even a second thought. It was a solution to get me to camp and from the food spread to the slide show, you made it an absolute BLAST.
It’s quite logical that you have impacted my life and made me who I am in so many ways, but allow me to detail for you just a few here in this moment.
From you, I have learned what it means to be a great partner. We strive every day to create a marriage like yours. You are the example of what it takes to have a marriage and a LOVE that lasts a lifetime.
From you Mom, I have learned how to be a loyal and faithful friend. You and your best friends have always shown me how much women need each other – to laugh with, to cry with and to love unconditionally. I model my friendships after your with Lili, Sheila, Jan, Patty and Bev.
From you, I have learned how to serve Christ and God in each day. Your faith inspires me, your inner peace that comes from your relationship with God has been a guiding light throughout my faith-based journey. When Grant and I sing in church and I try to carry a tune, I always think of your voice.
Mom, from you, I have learned how to stay focused on the positive & enjoy the moment. I often think how would Nancie make it fun? And then I do my best to lighten the mood, turn on some great music and laugh a lot.
When we were little, you made the most intricate bread-dough ornaments for Christmas and Gingerbread houses that could have been the feature in Southern Living 1988… you always taught us that the fun was in the details. It is not the path of least resistance that affords you the most joy in the end. And now… when I am creating anything for a friend or for a loved one, be it a weeknight meal for Grant or a wedding shower color-palate… or a yummy dish when a new baby is born… I strive to take the same interest and joy in the details as you would. You showed me by example to put in the extra thought that makes something special for someone else. That comes from you.
A few summers ago, Dad & I were talking about this book I was reading called The 5 Love Languages… and I remember being so passionate about describing all the nuances of the book to you and Dad over dinner and wine. Which love language was my dominant, which was Dad’s, what that meant in our lives and relationships – good ones or failed ones – and I was going on and on and on and I told you that you should read it. Dad stopped me in my tracks and said, “Jennifer… why in the world does your mother need to read a book about LOVE? She wrote it.”
Dad is right. You are love. And you’ve taught me to leave a legacy of love and giving.
Happy Mother’s day, Nancie Hobby. I want to be just like you.
All my love,