LESSON #1: Mothers are Miracle Workers

There’s an old Jewish Proverb that perfectly describes my mother: “God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers”.



L-R: Ryan, Bartholomew, Shawn, Tara, and Jason

My mother was not only the deity we revered, but also the one we’d pray to for miracles. Her days were filled with prayers like ‘not having to eat all the peas on our plate’, ‘getting an extra-big scoop of ice cream for dessert’ and ‘being aloud to stay up late to watch TV’. Though she wasn’t able to answer all of our prayers, my mother had a knack for knowing which ones were the most important.

As children, when we weren’t asking mum for miracles, we were usually found playing with our favorite stuffed toy Bartholomew – the biggest teddy bear any of us had ever seen.

We all loved him – all 5 of us kids – like he was one of the family. We sat with him while watching TV, taking turns sitting in the delicious spot snuggled in between his massive fuzzy legs, letting his gigantic arms envelope our tiny bodies. We napped using his paws as pillows – a kid each side. We dressed him up in costumes, and cast him in our plays. We even sat with him at dinner.