Did you step on your mama’s heart?
Did you step on your mama’s heart? I was a young mother. I didn’t know much. But, I knew the minute I held each of my children I was in love for life. When my youngest child was about a year old, a birdlike old woman, stooped and hunched over with a twisted wood cane approached us at church. With a dour look on her face, she pointed her ugly stick at my angelic looking baby girl and said in an unfriendly voice, “When they are little like her, they step on your toes; when they are older, they step on your hearts.” I remember I didn’t say anything, just sort of nodded and hurried away thinking. Hmmmph! Not this baby girl, she’s a little ray of sunshine. She’s cuddly and I love her so much and she’s a mama’s girl who will love me forever. Fifteen years later, I was at a restaurant with that same daughter who was then sixteen years old. At another table in the restaurant was an older friend of mine named Peggy. She introduced us to her ninety-year-old mother. Her mother had a head of white perfectly coiffed hair, a beautiful smile and a friendly face. We joked about it being Mother/Daughter Day. Peggy’s mother motioned me over with a twinkle in her eye and whispered, “When your children are little, they step on your toes, when they grow up, they step on your heart. Grow roses. Roses teach you the lesson: beautiful despite the thorns . . .like our children.” I grow roses. When I tend my roses, I often think about those two completely different ladies saying the same thing about children stepping on toes and hearts. The thorns on roses hurt! I shudder to think of the crown of thorns. Thorns make my arm and fingers bleed, but I can forgive the thorn when that fragrant, breathtakingly beautiful blossom blooms. The way God forgives us. Most everyone has stepped on their mama’s heart. Some children only tiptoe on their mother’s heart; others have not only stepped, but they have trampled on their mother’s heart. You’ve gotta have a really strong heart to be a mama. I often wonder about how many times I stepped on my mother’s heart. She’s in heaven now. Thankfully, she died knowing how much I loved her. I knew how much she loved me. Mom had saved my letters and cards, all tied together in a blue ribbon in her underwear drawer. In the margins of my letters, she wrote happy comments to me . . . knowing I wouldn’t see the comments until she died. She loved me despite the times I had stepped on her heart. My youngest child – who happened to be with me each time I had heard that expression – didn’t like me much when she was sixteen years old. When she was twenty-one years old, though, she wrote me a beautiful letter saying how glad she is that I’m her mother. What a gift! She’s my baby girl. Mothers know a lot . . . they love you unconditionally . . .and forgive you when you step on their heart. The same way God does. Happy Mother’s Day! by Suzanne Ruff ...
Read MoreThank you, Dr. Perrone
Dr. Perrone is a nephrologist who specializes in PKD. His words about my book, The Reluctant Donor, mean so much to me. It means I honored those who went before me . . .the brave men and women who taught me courage. Here is what Dr. Perrone wrote: ‘The Reluctant Donor should be required reading for anybody who works with kidney disease patients, at any level. I provided this wonderful book with brand new nephrology physicians in training. They were profoundly moved. In the present era, we take dialysis and transplantation for granted, i.e., as routine medical procedures. It wasn’t always so. The integration of the incredible and courageous histories of members of the Ruff family, at a time when dialysis and transplantation were not standard medical procedures reminds of the progress we have made, but there is so much more to do. Highly recommended as required reading.’ Ronald D. Perrone, MD Nephrologist Tufts Medical Center...
Read MoreAdvice for Living Kidney Donors
I wrote the article on Page 8 of the AAKP magazine – Great advice for living kidney donors. http://cosmic-studio.us/aakp/magazine-id-44
Read MoreMembership in An Exclusive Club
It’s a club you don’t join. It just happens, and suddenly, you’re a member. The name of the club is: Daughters without Mothers Club and I am a member. Ever since I became a member, I play a silly game in my head. I wonder if my mother’s spirit has seeped into me. Then, boom! The wonder turns into absolute certainty. She’s within me! On this Mother’s Day, I wondered if it happens to other members of the club. Do other Daughters Without Mothers do something out of character urged on by their mother’s spirit??? So I though I’d ask! I’ll give you an example: My mom used to get exasperated that I always wore black and white. “Why not a little happy color?” she asked once, when I arrived with a suitcase full of clothes that were all black and white. Just after she died, I bought a multi-color jacket, almost like a quilt, with oodles of color! Bam! I could hear Mom cheering in heaven! I even wrote a story about it in a Chicken Soup for the Soul book about my coat of many colors. Every daughter on the planet knows the many stories and conflicts about the daughter/mother relationship. I spent my childhood, shy and embarrassed about my mother’s outgoing exuberance and unconventional ways. She was NOTHING like the other mothers. Luckily, I matured and understood she was the EXACT kind of mother God knew I would need. My mom taught me how to trust God in the darkest moments. For those of you who know us, these past few months, my family has dealt with major surgeries/health issues for three of us. Without Mom’s lessons on how to get through pain and suffering, I would’ve cracked. Her strength and spirit were within me. I met a woman who was in the Daughters without Mothers Club. She told me she never, ever wants to see her mother again – not in heaven or in hell. She never gave any details, but I thought it was one of the saddest things I ever heard anyone say. Because I was raised that I will see my mother again one day! I did ask the woman, though, if she was a mother herself. She wasn’t. Aah, right? All of you who have raised a child know: how do we take that little tiny baby and be perfect as their mother? We can’t! We just do the best we can. And, if you’re lucky like I am, you’re mother’s spirit will stay with you and your world will be full of color. If you’re in the Daughters without Mothers Club, tell me what happened when you just knew you’re mother’s spirit was within...
Read MoreJohn Wayne and a Dominican nun
I like to think John Wayne removed his big white cowboy hat, tipped it at her, and said in his dreamy voice, “Please to meet you, ma’am!” She would have fluttered her eyelashes at him the way she did each time she kissed the TV screen as he puckered up to kiss the leading lady (Maureen O’Hara) in his movies. Mom, my sisters and I collapsed in giggles. Up in heaven, Duke (John Wayne’s nickname) may have been confused meeting Sister Mike, not knowing the difference between a Dominican nun, and thought she was an angel. She was our angel. Sister Mike’s official name was Sister Michael Mary Dwyer (O’Dwyer in Ireland), OP (Order of Preachers), a Roman Catholic nun, a Sinsinawa Dominican. There was nothing pious or stern and intimidating about her. Sunshine and happiness oozed out of her and not just because I was a kid, adults adored her, too. She lit up a room with her sunny disposition and her kindness and love toward everyone in the room. My mother was about ten years younger than Sister Mike. When my mother was a child, Mom asked Sister Mike what her birthdate was. Sister Mike told Mom that her birthday was December 8 (her birthday was actually December 7) – December 8 in the Catholic Church is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception – and Sister Mike told Mom that she was another Immaculate Conception! See what I mean about the mischief within Sister Mike? I even have a letter Mom wrote to her mother asking if it was true! It wasn’t that either was irreverent – they both truly believed God has a sense of humor. They were two peas in a pod when they were together. Laughter, silliness and plain old fun . . . an amazing thing when you’re a child and your mother and aunt shed their adult ways encouraging my sisters and me to have fun right along with them. The best way to describe how we anticipated Sister Mike’s visits to us is think of the delight of the children in the movie Mary Poppins. Pure magic! Sister Mike brought that magic and love into our lives. Mom and Sister Mike had a crush on John Wayne, the actor and we did, too. Popcorn, staying up past our bedtime and swooning over him when he swept the leading lady into his big handsome arms made our hearts beat faster. We never missed one of his movies. John Way arrived in heaven years after Sister Mike died, but I’m betting she finagled with the good Lord so she could meet him as soon as he passed through those pearly gates. It made Mom mad. She wanted them to meet him together, but Mom wasn’t in heaven yet when John Wayne died. Mom had just picked up her cross battling the same disease that sent her eldest sister, Sister Mike, to heaven at the young age of forty-five years old. This year – 2016 – marks the 50th year since Sister Mike died. Today would have been Sister Mike’s 96th birthday. Her funeral was what I call my first PKD (polycystic kidney disease – a hereditary disease) funeral. I wasn’t born yet when my grandmother died of PKD. We’ve had nine funerals from PKD in our family including Mom’s. My sisters and three of my cousins, (one a Catholic priest) battle the disease now. Sometimes the sorrow is unbearable. One Christmas visit when I was quite young, Sister Mike brought us a Nativity set, made of plastic. Mom was beside herself with joy...
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