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Happy New Year, Mom ... your job never ends: Eddie Costik

Posted 1/3/18

  There’s a quote from the movie “Waking Ned Devine” delivered in the form of a eulogy. In a strange turn of events, it’s spoken by a good friend to his best friend …

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Happy New Year, Mom ... your job never ends: Eddie Costik

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There’s a quote from the movie “Waking Ned Devine” delivered in the form of a eulogy. In a strange turn of events, it’s spoken by a good friend to his best friend sitting in the congregation. If you’ve never seen the movie, I highly recommend it. It’s an Irish movie. I’ve adapted the quote. Changed the syntax. Added a few words. Deleted a few. But this is the gist of it …

Jeanne Costik was my great friend. But I don’t ever remember telling her that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the person who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself.

Jeanne and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If she was here now, if she could hear what I say, I’d congratulate her on being a great woman, and thank her for being not only my mother, but my friend.

My mother has been bustin’ my chops for quite some time now for not writing more. For wasting my talent. “Mothers are like that…” She has been my confidant and is still my secret keeper. She has been my chief counselor and is still counseling without a license. She has been my guiding light and is still helping me navigate shallow waters. She has been my biggest cheerleader and is still egging me on. She has been my dream sharer and is still urging me to dream big. She has been my teacher and is still teaching me life lessons. She has been a shoulder to cry on and is still sharing my tears.

She has been a fount of wisdom and is still a wellspring of knowledge. She has been my chief critic and is still wagging her finger as to a child. She has been a helping hand, when I need one, and is still telling me to look at the end of my own arm. “Mothers are like that… .”

She has recounted old stories of me. Reminisced about older stories of her. Filled in forgotten memories of our roots. And reminded me to remember all.

She has been a diaper dipper. A diaper washer. A hiney-wiper. A boo-boo healer. A temperature taker. A tummy rubber. A nose wiper. A bottle giver. A bottle washer. A baby food heater upper. A baby food tester. A baby bather. A baby dryer. A clothes shopper. A clothes dresser. A clothes picker upper. A clothes washer. A clothes hanger upper. A clothes ironer. A clothes folder.

A story reader. A beddy bye tucker. A birthday rememberer. A birthday present buyer. A cake maker. A pie baker. A cookie cutter. A Christmas shopper. A Christmas wrapper. A Christmas decorator. Santie Claus. 

The Easter Bunny. The Tooth Fairy. The Halloween costume maker. The Thanksgiving Day dinner cooker. A food planner. A food shopper. A food bagger. A food unbagger. A breakfast creater. A lunch packer. A dinner server. A spill cleaner upper. A dish washer. A dish drier. A dish put awayer. A trash taker outer. A house keeper upper. A floor sweeper. A floor waxer. A window washer. A grass cutter. A weed puller. A tree planter. A curb cleaner. A sidewalk sweeper. A leaf raker.

A snow shoveler. A snowman maker. A snow suit puter on-er. A snow suit taker offer. A cocoa maker. A snow suit puter oner. A snow suit taker offer. A fish cleaner. A dead frog thrower outer. A fight breaker upper. A fanny paddler. A crochet player. A hopscotch teacher. A tag-your-it teacher. A hide-and-seek teacher. A jump rope teacher. A swimming teacher. A bike riding teacher. A car driving teacher. A car chauffeur. A baseball game watcher. A picture snapper. A church taker. A baby scrap book maker.

As Mikey the little boy in the memorable 1960 Bayer aspirin TV commercial said so sweetly “Mothers are like that ... yeah they are.”

Eddie Costik writes from Hummelstown.

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