Mother’s Day holds fond memories in my heart.
Imprinted in my mind is the visual of my younger brother sneaking off to a shopping area on his bicycle, with pockets filled with change he had saved. He would return home balancing baskets or trays filled with petunias.
I can feel the warm May sunshine as I reflect on my mother happily planting her new petunias in her window boxes, and later, the tall hollyhocks that grew from seeds in the back yard. She definitely would not work outside in cool weather. But she also never liked to close the windows to her house, something that I believe I acquired from her. The love of fresh air, the openness. Thank you, mother, for your devotion, for being my best friend.
The other special lady in my life was my grandmother. She was something else. She spoke her mind. There was no shy bone in her body! And she still was not very quiet about her appreciation for getting kisses from the “nice young man (men),” even at 80-something years old. I loved her stories. And I also loved her sayings, such as, “You ornery wart!,” with her Southeast Missouri draw. She inspired me with her gardening, canning, cooking and crafts (sewing). Grandma clearly lives in my heart. Grandma was a good lady who left wonderful warm memories. I hope she knows that.
Savor your memories, grab them now if you can, and I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to you, and to your mother as well!