Some funny memories of my mom...
She's always been the frugal type, but it sticks out in my mind the most when I think back to going through drive-thrus like McDonald's or Wendy's (which was so rare especially when we were younger) because she would make us all share a coke. I would have paid the .89 cents or however much it was back then out of my own piggy bank just to have my own coke. But we shared anyway, passing the cup around, taking tiny sips. I didn't know to appreciate it then, but I'm thankful that she taught me good resource management skills.
She has a terrible, terrible fear of cockroaches (sorry Mom, I said the R-word). One memory that makes me laugh every time is of her crouching in the fetal position on top of the kitchen counter screaming and pointing at a roach on the floor telling us to "GET IT! KILL IT! STOP LAUGHING! GET IT NOW! At some point Caleb and I figured out she was pretty serious and we killed it. When it came to spiders or moths or other creepy-crawly-fluttery creatures, she might not particularly enjoy saving us from them, but she would out of her motherly love. But there was no saving us from the roach. Not once. We were the saviors.
And what child doesn't remember a lullaby...
My favorite went like this:
Tell me why the stars do shine
Tell me why the ivy twines
Tell me why the sky's so blue
And then I'll tell you just why I love you
Because God made the stars to shine
Because God made the ivy twine
Because God made the sky's so blue
Because God made you, that's why I love you
Tell me why the ivy twines
Tell me why the sky's so blue
And then I'll tell you just why I love you
Because God made the stars to shine
Because God made the ivy twine
Because God made the sky's so blue
Because God made you, that's why I love you
Lastly...I love old pictures.
Happy birthday, Mom! I love you!
Thank you....I think? That was the biggest and worst R-bug of my life; that one will live on in family history though it's long dead :) And for the record: I have gained some power over that phobia though I hate them with a vengeance. So, sorry for that scar on your psyche dear and thanks for your and Caleb's savior-ship.
ReplyDeleteAbout the coke ~ you did not need to put a whole coke in your tiny little body anyway! I was also protecting us from the bad corn syrup.
Ah well ~ live, love, and laugh, right? Thank you for the accolades and confidence, and I am really glad you especially remember the lullaby; it was special just for you! I love you, Mom