Today, I have the pleasure of guest posting at Joyce’s wonderful blog
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There is no finer music to a mother’s ear than a conversation that begins by a daughter saying, “remember
And so when I hear those words when we are all together, I smile.
Granted there are those times when you finish that phrase with ‘you dropped me on my head’, or ‘you made
me wear a big bow in my hair’, or ‘everyone else got to go’, or ‘you actually had our lamb blankets
Because I am your mother, however, I have those same memories.
I remember how scared I was when you wiggled out of my arms and yes, you hit your head (Katherine).
I remember how cute (to me ) you looked when all 3 of you were wearing big bows in your hair.
And I remember how cute you looked walking your monogrammed blanket wearing lambs to the show pen
for judging at the livestock show.
Recently, we had a ‘remember when’ conversation about week night suppers.
I was teaching full time and many nights I felt like I wasn’t doing enough to get some sort of gourmet supper
on the table .
But that is not the way you remember it.
You liked Friday night pizza night, and you liked chalupas or tacos, or Dad’s roast, or salmon patties and
macaroni and cheese, or homemade hamburgers.
On nights you had dancing lessons , you didn’t mind Church’s fried chicken.
What a blessing for a sometimes harried mother , who wanted to cook more elaborately, but who just
couldn’t find another minute in the day.
Thank you for ‘remembering when’ as selectively as I do.
I love you , Mom