This Sunday is Mother's Day, and as I sit thinking about my Mom, I am pulling sweet memories from my heart.
Like...Mom sitting so patiently through all those summer 'show performances' Jim, Deb, Dan and I put on in our garage; Mom cooking her special 'Wednesday Night Dinners' (chicken and handmade noodles was my favorite) on her only night off from work; Mom buying matching dresses for herself, Debbie and I; Mom driving a petulant teenage me to a city an hour away to indulge my quest for the perfect prom dress; Mom driving two hours from her home to mine (and then right back again) to keep my new baby daughter overnight so that I might have an evening of rest (she did this often that year); Mom hauling out her old ruffled silk nighties and high heels so my young daughters might play dress-up; Mom spending all day on the lake fishing with my son; Mom caring so tenderly for my terminally ill brother, and showing such strength at his recent passing.
My Mom and I have had our disagreements over the years as I imagine most mothers and daughters do, but, even so, we have remained close. And, as I have grown older I have certainly come to realize how important my Mom has been, and still is, to my life. I am thankful for each day we have together.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.
Like...Mom sitting so patiently through all those summer 'show performances' Jim, Deb, Dan and I put on in our garage; Mom cooking her special 'Wednesday Night Dinners' (chicken and handmade noodles was my favorite) on her only night off from work; Mom buying matching dresses for herself, Debbie and I; Mom driving a petulant teenage me to a city an hour away to indulge my quest for the perfect prom dress; Mom driving two hours from her home to mine (and then right back again) to keep my new baby daughter overnight so that I might have an evening of rest (she did this often that year); Mom hauling out her old ruffled silk nighties and high heels so my young daughters might play dress-up; Mom spending all day on the lake fishing with my son; Mom caring so tenderly for my terminally ill brother, and showing such strength at his recent passing.
My Mom and I have had our disagreements over the years as I imagine most mothers and daughters do, but, even so, we have remained close. And, as I have grown older I have certainly come to realize how important my Mom has been, and still is, to my life. I am thankful for each day we have together.
2 comments:
Really enjoyed reading your blog and so happy I stumbled upon it! Your artwork/crafts are so much fun! I can tell you lead a lie full of zest!
LINDA;
SUCH KIND AND TENDER WORDS BRING BACK SO MANY GREAT MEMORIES.
I ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE EVENTS. I FEEL SO BLESSED TO HAVE YOU AS MY DAUGHTER AND ALSO MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDCHILDREN. MEMORIES THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY FROM ME.
ALL MY CHILDREN WERE A GIFT TO ME, MY GRANDCHILDREN HAVE COMPLETED LIFE'S CYCLE.
THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES.
I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH.
MOM
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