You were 26 and already had a two year old girl when you decided to have a second child.
It was autumn,1953. No one knew then that the coming winter was to enter history as one of the most violent.
Despite the poverty experienced and all the drawbacks caused by the economic crisis which the country went through, you were determined not to give up on me. You endured the hard winter, the spring floods, and on the longest day of the year during the summer solstice, you brought me into this world.
I understand why I love summer so much; perhaps I suffered with the terrible frosts that winter.
Although you did not have anything of what was necessary to raise me, you had still a mountain of love which offset all deficiencies.
Thank you for being so brave. You never gave up.
Thank you for the thick woolen clothes that you knitted in the long winter nights.
I loved to sleep with my head in your lap while you spun the wool.
The spinning of the spindle in your hands was for me the most beautiful lullaby ever.
Thank you because you taught me to braid and weave on the loom. At first I enjoyed it, like any new thing one learns to do, but then it became a burden, and you understood me.
Years passed and I began to see you more rarely. I know it was not at all easy for you, leaving home in the morning and coming back late, often close to midnight. Gently you told me that our survival was depending on that.
Thank you for the joy you felt watching me eat your portion of bread. Yes, bread was on ration cards and very little, so there wasn’t enough for the entire family. This mystery I understood only much later when I became a mother too.
Thank you for knowing how to motivate me to study. You were always having a humorous response when I complained that I had too much to study.
“No one’s head ever cracked from too much teaching, but laziness has given many headaches”
You were a model for me of perseverance and total dedication in everything that you did. Your actions always spoke louder than your words.
I was so proud of you when you came to Timisoara to see me after my eye was operated on. It was the most beautiful and unexpected surprise I could have had. My mommy got on a train for the first time in her life and reached my dormitory only because her love for me was far greater than her fear of the unknown.
Thank you for what you taught me about how important the family is and how to fight for its unity when it is threatened.
You always said that divorce is not an option.
You were a very good listener. I’m still learning this from you. It always seemed that you had all the time in the world to listen to others. Our relationship was as strong as it was fragile, but you knew how to keep it always fresh.
You loved your parents and you cared for them when they were old and sick.
I always felt that your resources were inexhaustible. You are more than a woman to be honored more than any other mother, you are my mother.
Mom, I love you!