Less than a month ago, my precious mother passed away. She had a long, healthy and independent life, having celebrated her 91st birthday in January. Of course, that doesn’t take away any of the sadness of having her gone. Even though our personalities were quite different, we had many things in common…talents, interests, love of travel, etc. In honor of her on Mother’s Day, I thought I’d take some time to remember some of the things that I cherish most about our 50 plus years together. She was an amazing woman and a true friend and encourager to me, while still being my mom.
Let me start by saying that Mom’s primary love language was gift giving. Even though she was constantly on a limited budget, her favorite thing to do was find reasons to buy us special treats and take us special places.
- She was always quick to offer a cool washcloth on my forehead when I had a fever
- Hot tea with lemon to drink when I had a sore throat
- Campbell’s Cream of Tomato soup with oyster crackers always hit the spot when I had a cold
- I always loved staying home from school and watching TV, reading books and coloring in my cozy spot on the coach when I was ill. Partially because it gave me a chance to have 1-on-1 time with Mom when all the other siblings were at school, but also because she always made me feel so loved and cared for.
- For many years, Mom made it a point to buy each of us an entirely new outfit for Easter Sunday. For the girls it wasn’t just a new dress, but matching socks, shoes, purse, gloves and even a hat! This special day of getting all decked out to attend church and then attend big family potlucks and Easter egg hunts was so much fun! It was even more special because we only got new clothes a few times a year.
- Easter morning was also filled with sweets and treats of all kinds. Another chance for Mom to show us how much she loved us and how she wanted to spoil us. I’m sure her sparse childhood during the Great Depression motivated her to try to make up for it in our young lives.
- She was also our biggest helper with school projects. Mostly she would brainstorm with me about supplies and ideas, then was my cheerleader rather than hands-on helper, so I could work through it and have success on my own merits. I’m so thankful that she didn’t feel the need to do most of it herself. What’s the point in that?
- The aroma of big pots of spaghetti, slumgullion or one of my favorites, Pot roast on Sundays wafting through the house welcomed us home! I learned to cook from her without using recipes. Now I’m not intimidated if I don’t have all the exact ingredients for a new dish. I just see what’s in the cupboards and improvise something similar. Thanks Mom.
- Occasionally Mom made Liver and onions, which I hated. She always made me eat a few tiny bites, which I reluctantly gagged down with huge gulps of milk. She said it was good for me, but it always tasted like I was eating a vitamin pill for dinner. Ugh! Guess what dish she taught me how to make first? Maybe she thought if I cooked it I’d eat it more. Oh well.
- A little thing like Mom’s button tin brings back so many memories too. Take a look at more about that here.
And this is just the beginning of my list. If you want to read more, visit Part 2 here.
Stop by again to see the rest in the coming days.