There is simply no place I'd rather be than with you the third week of October.
It's not a coincidence that you were born as God chose to change the colors of the leaves on the trees to breathtaking and placed a fresh chill in the air. This time of reds and yellows and pumpkins has always been my very very favorite. It's my big deep breath of, "Aaaaahhhhhh."
It' was the time of year when God chose to put you on the earth to become my Mother.
October...your birthday.
I've written about you often over the years. As memories came I pecked away at the computer keys so I could remember and pass it on. And so now, for the sake of time I'll cut and paste some of my words.
"My mother spoke through straight pins held between her lips as she bent over a pattern on the floor with scissors in her hand. This memory soothed and comforted me in a way I did not expect. On her knees in the living room, pinning and cutting. And it was her foot I saw, and her machine I heard, as I watched Chandler at my kitchen table begin to sew. I was suddenly filled with the excitement and anticipation of the new dress Mom was making for me. Her love behind the sewing machine formed me as a little girl and is coming full circle back to me as a mother."
Mom...You were my example. I know what a Mother's heart is and what it does because of you. You gave me something precious that I was able to give to my own children. The precious things of childhood go deep in me because your were my Mom.
Thank you for music. My childhood was full of it because of you. I remember album after album being placed on the turn table. Barbara Streisand, Andy Williams, Glen Campbell, Peter Paul and Mary.
The other day I just burst out singing a song for Jude. It came out of nowhere, and yet, I knew every word and note. "And the Red Red Robin goes bop bop boppin' along.” Jude wanted me to sing it over and over and over. ReAnnon finally “googled” the words. It had come from a 1960’s “Sing along with Mitch Miller” album.
"Oh, Mitch Miller." Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music. All of it, such a gift.
October...your birthday.
I've written about you often over the years. As memories came I pecked away at the computer keys so I could remember and pass it on. And so now, for the sake of time I'll cut and paste some of my words.
"My mother spoke through straight pins held between her lips as she bent over a pattern on the floor with scissors in her hand. This memory soothed and comforted me in a way I did not expect. On her knees in the living room, pinning and cutting. And it was her foot I saw, and her machine I heard, as I watched Chandler at my kitchen table begin to sew. I was suddenly filled with the excitement and anticipation of the new dress Mom was making for me. Her love behind the sewing machine formed me as a little girl and is coming full circle back to me as a mother."
Mom...You were my example. I know what a Mother's heart is and what it does because of you. You gave me something precious that I was able to give to my own children. The precious things of childhood go deep in me because your were my Mom.
Thank you for music. My childhood was full of it because of you. I remember album after album being placed on the turn table. Barbara Streisand, Andy Williams, Glen Campbell, Peter Paul and Mary.
The other day I just burst out singing a song for Jude. It came out of nowhere, and yet, I knew every word and note. "And the Red Red Robin goes bop bop boppin' along.” Jude wanted me to sing it over and over and over. ReAnnon finally “googled” the words. It had come from a 1960’s “Sing along with Mitch Miller” album.
"Oh, Mitch Miller." Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music. All of it, such a gift.
Neil Diamond came later.
And I don't remember a single night that you didn’t have dinner on the table for the six of us. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, pot-roast, meatloaf, creamed corn. All of these still comfort my soul. And I remember the expensive jars of maraschino cherries that you'd bring home just for me when you had a little extra money for groceries. No one but you could have given me these things, so from your Mother’s heart to mine and back… I love you!
And so Mom...
Time...it goes by so quickly. You'll be 80 soon and I'll be 60. So crazy to think about and yet, it's true. You were just a girl when you held me for the first time. So much life. So much love. So many memories. But know that my best...it came from you.
Happy birthday Mom. You and Fall. My favorites. I love you!
And I don't remember a single night that you didn’t have dinner on the table for the six of us. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, pot-roast, meatloaf, creamed corn. All of these still comfort my soul. And I remember the expensive jars of maraschino cherries that you'd bring home just for me when you had a little extra money for groceries. No one but you could have given me these things, so from your Mother’s heart to mine and back… I love you!
And so Mom...
Time...it goes by so quickly. You'll be 80 soon and I'll be 60. So crazy to think about and yet, it's true. You were just a girl when you held me for the first time. So much life. So much love. So many memories. But know that my best...it came from you.
Happy birthday Mom. You and Fall. My favorites. I love you!
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