Smarties and Tootsie Rolls

Whenever we went out for halloween, we'd always give momma our Smarties and Tootsie Rolls from our candy stashes. We knew she loved them, so we'd always give them to her. She also loved Take 5 and when I was older and could go to the store by myself, I'd always buy her either those, or some M&Ms. Just to let her know that I was thinking about her. She would always do things like that for us kids. I went through a tic tac phase, and for awhile, she would bring me tic tacs every time she came home from the store. Same thing when I went through my Hershey's Kissable's phase. One time, she bought a huge bag for Valentine's day for me. Last Valentines day, she bought me a gigantic teddy bear with hearts on it's feet and an adorable red ribbon. She knew how lonely I felt around that holiday, having never had a valentine for Valentine's day, and so she wanted to cheer me up. Its just little things like that that I loved. She would do little things to let me know how much she cared. We did things for each other to let the other know that we were thinking about them. It's not the big things, but the little things that can mean enough.

Riding Bikes

I remember when my mom taught me how to ride a bike. She told me to keep trying even though I really didn't want to. She told me to not be afraid to fall, because that's how people learn to do things. I remember she would hold on to the back of the bike seat until I told her I was comfortable enough to continue on my own. She never let go if I was too scared. Even when I rode short bursts on my own, she would never leave my side. She was always there to catch me when I fell. I fell a lot when learning to ride my bike. But she was alway there with a kiss and a band-aid to fix my "owies" and make them better. She went through the same thing with all 6 of her kids. Staying out for hours and hours with us helping us to learn, when we were old enough, how to ride a bike. What a simple thing, but what a wonderful example!

My Mother

I lost my mother last September. I was 21, she was 51. She had 6 children. Three boys, three girls. I loved my mother dearly, and she was an amazing woman. I just wanted to make a blog for me to record memories of my mother. I'll type in letters people wrote about her after she passed about the wonderful memories they had of her. These memories are going to be limited to good ones. I don't like remembering the day she passed, because it makes me sad to think it was her last. I love remembering the way she would mix cookies in her mixer and let us kids lick the beaters when she was done. I love remembering the way she would help me with figuring out life. I love remembering how she would always start a million projects and never finish any. I love remembering the way her hands felt when I held them. I love the way she smelled and luckily, still have the source close by so that I can smell her any time I want.

I have many amazing memories of my mother. I have many amazing stories that she has told me about her mother, who she lost when she was 19. Grandmother was taken by breast cancer at the age of 53.

From what I can tell, my mother and I had the same sort of relationship that she had with her mother, and it was wonderful! We were both best friends with our mothers, we both loved going to our mothers for advice and words of wisdom. We both enjoyed spending time with our mom, no matter how old we got, and knew we would be mommy's little girl forever.

I don't want to lose any memories. Some posts will be short, some will be long, but all of them will be meaningful and heartfelt and will show how amazing a woman my mother was.