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S. A. J. Lyttek, a multiple award-winning writer, always loved writing, but didn’t arrive at the profession in the typical manner. After college and graduate school, she plunged into government consulting. In this environment, she discovered a knack for writing tests, interviews and other measurements. That soon became the focus of her career—reigniting her love for the written word. Thus captivated, she spent evenings freelancing “fun” writing including short stories, poems, articles and cards. When her eldest was a toddler, she quit full-time work to stay home and write. Eager to spend more time with her children, homeschooling intrigued her. From preschool through high school, she homeschooled both sons while continuing to freelance. An integral part of the homeschooling community, she has developed and taught writing classes to a generation of homeschoolers. Married to her childhood sweetheart, Gary, Mrs. Lyttek loves to share her commitment to homeschoolers and her fascination with the written word.



My Hope

10/10/2018 3:52:00 PM BY Susan Lyttek

For anyone who attended (or watched online) my mom’s funeral, these words will sound very familiar. They are what I read from the lectern that day. I promise to have a non-mom related post next week, but my head is locked here at the moment.

My mom is…

Strength because she needed it—raising and loving a daughter like me.

From colicky baby to strong-willed child to rebellious and willful adolescent

She needed inner resilience

For the battles, trials and the triumphs, too.

 

My mom is…

Power because she shared it—reaching out and spreading faith, hope, love

To current friends and soon-to-be-friends.

She’d drop everything to walk through a crisis,

Run anywhere to be the cried-on shoulder,

Walk beside anyone who felt empty.

 

My mom is…

Joy because she lived it—barreling down brick streets on skates

And with that same youthful abandon

Explored exotic and sometimes dangerous locales

All about this God-given world.

 

My mom is…

Curiosity because she explored it—valuing learning as ongoing, eternal.

Something else could always be known

A new fact or process understood

Her mind had room to grow.

 

My mom is…

Alive because she loved God

And trusted He welcomes her home.

My mom is, not was, and is more strength, power, joy and curiosity now than she has ever been.

And while I miss her here

I know I will see her with my own eyes

In the time Jesus calls “soon”

Because my mom is.

 

My mom raised me to be a strong, independent woman. She told me so herself.

I don’t think though that she realized what she was getting herself into.

Because of what she invested in me, plus my inborn temperament, we clashed a lot. In fact, as a kid and a teen, she heard me utter the words “I hate you”. But I didn’t mean it. What I meant was that yet again we were clashing.

Our differences of opinion did not go away as I grew up, but we learned to focus on and to treasure what anchored us, what tied us together.

Mom was my date to the ballet, particularly at Christmas. No one else in the family enjoyed it, let alone enjoyed it like we did. It was something we both loved to watch.

Mom was one of my biggest promoters as I struggled to become an author. As I organized this week, I found many copies of published stories and articles that she saved. She arranged times for me to speak as an author and even made sure my books were in her church library. Just a few months ago, she edited an upcoming project for me. Sometimes, when too many rejections filled my inbox, it was her faith in my ability that made me try again.

Mom was the first one there if I was struggling. After I had my first son, she recognized something wasn’t right and dropped everything to fly out and let me cry on her shoulder as I experienced some post-partum depression. She flew out every time she could, while still working at Anne M. Jeans, to give me a respite. Of course, seeing her grandchild didn’t hurt! And with the second, she came out to stay for a couple of weeks and walked the halls with a colicky baby. After all those early years, she came out with Dad for every major milestone and celebration they had from birthdays to awards and concerts.

There’s so much more I could say, but I’ve already gone on too long. What can I say… never give a lover of words an unrestricted chance to use them! I may have given Mom more than a few trials early on, but God gave her to me because He knew that she could handle it and that we’d both grow and grow closer to Him through it all.

And isn’t that the beauty of any life well-lived?