Our Matriarch

My first view of the house I thought: elaborate home.

My first encounter with the family I thought: clan. 

After 32 years of being married into that home and clan, I think: God’s greatest blessing.

Early in the marriage with a baby in tow, we lived in that elaborate home. Everything had a place. It was my first experience with a structured and organized family life. Never realizing at the time, what a gift it was meant to be.

Nanny had her routine and faithfully purposed it in her heart every week to get those things done. Laundry on Monday  (which included a clothes line!), ironing on Tuesday, vacuuming and dusting on Wednesday, groceries on Thursday along with her hair appointment, and Friday was an outdoor day as she got the massive yard ready for Papa to mow on Saturday.  

Dinner was on the table every night at 5:30pm. The table set, everyone sat down, grace said and a fun filled event went into action. With much laughter, camaraderie and joking, the bonded family became even more loved and revered.

Sunday afternoon BBQ’s around the pool where uninvited or spur of the moment guests were always included and welcomed. Games were played, cannon ball splashing went on in the pool, yet hospitality flowed while Papa cooked and Nanny served.

Never once was I made to feel less than. Nor was I ever made to feel anything but acceptance. Not even when I left our beds unmade or laundry on the floor.

Memories come flooding back at times, when my own children or grandchildren arrive at my house:

·         Toys strewn throughout,

·         dishes in the sink,

·         noise,

·         pandemonium,

·         dogs barking

·         chaos reigns!

While I’m not the household diva my Mother In Law has always been, I cringe to think of all of the times that she gracefully loved on us with a smile. She cooked, cleaned, babysat, read to, nursed back to health, and loved her husband along with every one of her kids, their spouses, grandchildren and now great grandchildren.  
Not once has she ever expected anything in return. She has always loved unconditionally.

Today God has blessed me beyond measure to spend the next week caring for her when she can’t care for herself. Hospice has been wonderful in making it possible for her to spend her time at home, as she comfortably rests in her own bed with her faithful little dog beside her.

1 John 3:16-18 says, “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers (or sisters, or aunts or uncles or mother in laws). If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words but with actions and in truth.”

Therefore I am privileged to give back to someone who has given so much. The Rausch clan once again rallies together as we make the most amazing wife, loving mother, supportive grandmother and cherished friend feel the love she has lavished on all of us……….

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  1. this is the most beautiful thing you have ever written……….

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