But what my mother was doing was the most interesting thing of all.
She was taking over the house with buckets and rags, taking apart cupboard doors, windows and faucets.
Our mothers clean not only because they need to, but because they love us.
Our mothers clean because they want us to be healthy and not live in filth.
Another way she supported us was with love and care.
My mom She would encourage me by simply saying, "Complaining is a useless way to solve problems, but becoming active on the issue is a great way to conquer it.One lesson she taught us the most, was how seriousness about our spiritual beliefs could provide us with a substantial, stable and structural lifestyle.My mother's heart is at its purest when giving. One may talk about her positive and negative characteristics.There are so many great traits I love and admire about my mom, that it would be difficult and unfair to write about just one.I remember one beautiful spring weekend when I was about 8 or 9 years old.It was warm and sunny, finally, after the lingering Québec winters that always seem to have one more storm in store for us. But winter was definitely gone by that time, and I was playing outside with my friend from across the street.I never let things go as far as making things unhealthy for me and those who live with me, but I can handle leaving dishes out to clean tomorrow or some dirty clothes on the floor to pick up when I do the laundry.I don’t know that I ever actually shared a spring cleaning spree with my mother.But this old tradition of cleaning the house of the last dregs of winter–musty corners, dirty floors, stained windows–is one that I love. It makes you feel proud of taking such good care of your family.I had my own version of it not too long ago when I cleared and reorganized the cupboards and fridges. It makes you feel accomplished when you can finally sit down and enjoy that fresh-cleaned smell.