I originally wrote this post in June 2014 for a blog called the Ex Mormon Mavens, which is no longer available. I thought that the post was lost forever with the demise of that blog, but I inexplicably found it on my laptop today. I am happy beyond words and emotional to have found this tribute to her. She meant a lot to me, and I wish that she was here to cheer me on in my journey in life. I will miss her with every breath that I have and for as long as I live. Thank you for being a great example to me, as I have moved into my own role as mother-in-law and grandmother. I love you dearly.
The Christlike Atheist
My mother in law was a beautiful woman. She wasn’t a supermodel, didn’t wear fancy
clothes nor have a trendy haircut. She
wasn’t slim, nor concerned with fashion, she was quirky, a little weird, and
sometimes cranky. She was generous and
kind, and had a very soft spot in her heart for animals. She loved birds a great deal, and her front
yard is filled with birdfeeders of all kinds.
She was very organized and tidy, and she never forgot a birthday or
anniversary. She was a knitter, and
taught me how to knit, which sparked my interest and turned me in to a knitting
fanatic. She made hundreds of blankets
for needy children, and served the community in many ways. Whenever we would visit, she loved to bitch
about the goings on in their little community.
Her personality amused me and endeared her to me.
I say all of these things in the past tense because she died
suddenly last February, with no warning, and left a huge hole in our
lives. As I have struggled to cope with
her loss, I have reflected a great deal about the kind of person she was and
the kind of life she lived.
As long as I have known her, which is since I was a
teenager, my mother in law was an atheist.
She had no religion to shape her values or to help her determine how she
should treat people. She raised two
sons, who are tremendously moral people, and very successful in life. One of these sons is my husband. She taught them to respect women, so be kind,
and to always try to do the right thing.
Her sons are a tribute to her life and a testament to the goodness
inside her soul.
I was Mormon for all of my life, and I was taught to be
Christlike, and to treat others as Jesus would, and yet many of the rules I
lived by were not very Christlike, even though I was both expected to follow
those rules and be Christlike. For all
of my life, I had been hyper focused on following rules and being obedient, and
not at all focused on thinking and reasoning in order to develop a sense of
morality. When you concentrate too much
on obedience to authority, you lose the ability to evaluate a situation in
order to determine right from wrong. You
become very good at following rules, and very bad at doing the right thing.
As my husband and I began our marriage, we did something
that hurt her very deeply and yet this atheist never spoke a single word of her
pain to us. We were good, obedient
Mormon kids. I was raised in the church,
while my husband was a convert. We were
high school sweethearts. My husband
joined the church when he was 18, served a mission, and we got married 6 weeks
after his return. When we got married,
we did it the “right” way, following the rules, and married in the temple. The problem is that in following this rule,
we failed to make the right moral choice and include my mother in law in our
wedding. This loving mother, who
happened not to be Mormon was deemed “not worthy” and therefore excluded from
her oldest son’s wedding because she is not allowed to enter the temple, and
all good Mormon couples get married in the temple.
We could have gotten married in a civil ceremony elsewhere
and been sealed in the temple after one year’s time, but I had been taught all
my life about the dangers of doing this, and that should one of us die before
that year is up, we risk not being together forever. So, we chose to do the “right” thing without
even thinking for a second how wrong it was.
This is one of the least Christlike rules I have ever heard of, and yet
it’s a rule of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. A church that claims to have Christ at its
head, and to have a prophet who speaks to God, and for God certainly has a lot
of rules that don’t seem very Christlike to me.
My sweet atheist mother in law endured this pain
silently. She always treated me
well. She was not highly critical of me,
and as far as I could tell, never held a grudge towards me for the horrible
thing I had done to her. She and I
shared a love of cooking and knitting.
We exchanged recipes and gave each other cookbooks for gifts. She truly embraced me and loved me as her
son’s wife and mother of her grandchildren.
She exhibited many more Christlike qualities than I did, even though I
was a Christian.
I find solace that she was able to see my husband and I
leave the church 18 months before she died.
I was able to apologize for the things I had done. I judged her harshly sometimes for
superficial choices, such as drinking alcohol.
The day we told her that we were both leaving the church, she cried and
we cried. I was able to make things
right. Since then, we shared a drink
with her, laughed with her, and poked fun at the things I once thought were so
important. I am grateful for her example
to me of what a good mother in law should be.
I’m thankful that she was part of my life for nearly 30 years. She showed me that what I thought was
Christlike, was in fact unkind and cruel.
She showed me this by behaving more like Christ than I ever had.
You
will be missed, but your mark on this world will never end, my beautiful mom.
