Just thinking about my family of girls. Sadly; I live far away from my family of origin. We are all scattered across these lovely states. I’m grateful for air travel that at least makes visiting a little more feasible. This is my mom, my Zuzu and my two sisters- the girls’ Auntie Ebbie and Auntie Shell. I’m the baby of the family. I can’t wait now that the Quail is here to get a chance to go back and redo this portrait with all of my girls.
Growing up I spent a lot of time at my mother’s knee. My memories are peppered with scents and sounds. Playing and reading and cuddling up to watch The Muppet Show, Sesame Street or a christmas special. Dancing in the dining room to records on the stereo. Mom brushing my hair, rubbing my feet, baking cookies, watching me swim, holding my hand, telling me about my family, reading stories or just getting ready for the day.
I appreciate Mom’s character and determination over the years. Being a Momma now myself sends my appreciation to a whole new level. Life is never easy, life just is. It is what you make of it. That’s what I’ve learned. I look at my girls now and I hope I am able to instill a sentimental memory or two into their psyche. I hope they think of me with the same deep loving thoughts and feelings as I do my own. I hope when something happens they want to tell me about it and that they feel safe doing so.
We are all busy Momma’s. There are days when we know we did our best and there are days we wish we could do over and maybe, just a little better. We wish we were more present when our child laughed, more comforting when they cried, less annoyed when they asked the same question for the thousandth time. There are lots of ways to live our lives and its best we focus on what we can do best each day rather than what someone else, somewhere else said we should have done. I know my Mom is there for me and strove to do her best for all of us. I hope my own children are able to say the same about me one day.