In preparing for Mother's Day I started thinking how often we take for granted such simple moments that are actually times that turn into everlasting memories.
I am blessed to have my mother and to share so many memories but as I started getting ready for the holiday I realized I really didn't know the little things about my mom. I didn't know her favorite food or even her favorite flower so ... I asked.
My mom told me she didn't really have any "favorites" and that she really didn't even know her favorite color. This all got stuck in the wheels of my mind (I kind of get like that) and I kept contemplating how that could be? She had made casual remarks over the years that she liked something or thought something was pretty BUT how did I never realize this? I looked around me and there were so many precious feelings... and then it made sense.
My whole life I grew up with memories of scents, taste, sounds and feelings. These memories were created and etched by a mother who constantly gave in order to let me fly - well, actually soar into life.
I laugh at myself because when the kids asks, "What do you want?" out comes my mother. I hear them say, "Mom, that's tradition" and I know I have my momma to thank. I know I will carry these precious memories with me and she will always be with me.
I am blessed to have her, amazed at her strength, but most of all, so very proud to call her mine!!!
When I first thought of what reminded me most of my momma ... Meatloaf. I know, I have no idea. I don't think anyone could match her cooking for we kind of just add things. Secondly would be her Swiss steak with freshly canned stewed tomatoes over mashed potatoes simmering on a Sunday afternoon. I think I see where my comfort foods come from.
Going down memory lane I found that there were a lot of things that represented my mom ~
My love of reading and adventure led me to a life of creativity and endless dreams.
It's funny how memories can make you feel warm and safe. This isn't the exact chair but we use to have a high red chair at the end of the counter where I'd put my feet on the wall vent, clicking it open and shut while mom cooked.
Some things just make you smile ~
To be honest, I never understood why we had this because vegetables and dessert made no sense. Now I smile.
My last thought is something that makes me laugh because I can hear the phone call(s) still ... my bread salad - and no mom, this still is not the recipe. I don't have a recipe.
With that, I'm off to make some more memories. A very Happy Mother's Day to all of you. Remember, you are important to someone and be sure to tell them. I Love You Mom and Thank You for being exactly who you are!!!