Five Things I Miss About Mom
It's Friday... another work week survived! Mother's Day is coming up this weekend. It's a bittersweet day for me, even though my children will call me and send wonderful gifts to make me feel special. My Mom passed to the spirit world seventeen years ago - I miss her. We didn't have a picture-perfect relationship, I was the middle-child and different in ways she didn't quite understand. But I know beyond a doubt that she loved me, and I loved her. Not having her in my life leaves a hole in my heart. This week's Five on Friday is a list of things I miss about Mom...
1. I miss the way Mom loved holidays and birthdays and always put so much effort into making them special for us. She made amazing birthday cakes and wonderful Christmas cookies, and made sure we had beautifully wrapped gifts to open. Birthdays meant streamers and balloons hanging from the ceiling light over the table, paper party plates and matching napkins too. Christmas meant a a real Christmas tree that we helped her choose and decorate, lights around the windows, and a nativity scene set up in the wall niche. Birthdays will never seem quite as special and Christmas will never smell or feel quite as magical again.
2. I miss my Mom's Sunday dinners... fried chicken I can't duplicate, riced potatoes and thick cream gravy, vegetables, rolls, a Jello salad, and always pie or cake, or somethimg else equally wonderful for dessert. When Dad would call on Sundays after I grew up and married and inquire about what we were having for dinner, I would make up the menu, so he wouldn't be disappointed in my lacking efforts.
3. I miss doing projects with Mom. My older sister was the prissy one, not inclined to be up to her elbows in paint cans or garden soil or cleaning out the garage, and my younger sister was too small to be very helpful, so it fell to me to be Mom's working partner. I learned to bake with her when I were very small, kneeling on a chair at the table to reach the bowls. We made a rock garden with flowers tucked in the crevices at our lake cabin. I helped her stencil a lace pattern using sponges on the cement walls of her basement laundry room... it was lots of work but sure was pretty! I fussed about the frequent cigarette breaks she required when we were in project mode. :-)
4. I miss the shopping trips we took to a town sixty miles away to buy school clothes and shoes, and special dresses for Christmas and Easter. I wrote about those trips in this post... A Special Place to Eat.
5. I miss the care packages of baked cookies, fudge, divinity, other treats and party napkins that she would put together and mail us for our birthdays or Christmases long after we were grown up with families of our own. I do that for my own children now, but I'd give anything to find a box addressed to me in her flowing handwriting in the mail.
I could go on and list so many more things I miss about Mom, and I realize it's not the big things but the little things that count, the simple memories that are sweetest.
I have a set of white dishtowels that she spent hours embroidering for me. I have never used them, I can't bring myself to see them become faded and worn. If I shut my eyes I can see her sitting in her big rocking chair in the evenings after supper was over and dishes were done, turning tiny perfect stitches into delicate designs on on dish towels or doll blankets, her wooden sewing box and neatly wrapped cards of colored thread beside her. Dad didn't much like her doing it, he preferred her undivided attention. I do counted cross-stich, and I share her love of designs created by colored thread.
My Mom collected cups and saucers like the set above. I thought they were lovely. Her collection now resides in my little sister's china cabinet, displayed just as Mom had them in her dining room at home. Last Fall when John and I went on a road trip to Tennessee, we shopped in a wonderful old-time style general store. He purchased a beautiful china tea pot with two matching cup and saucer sets for me. Why did I like them so much? They reminded me of Mom. :-)