While digging through my movie collection recently I came across treasured B&W that belonged to my mother. It was one of her favorites.
I Remember Mama—1948, RKO Pictures/Warner Bros. Studios
Today is the third Mother’s Day without her. Although it doesn’t sting as much to mention her name or think of her, my only saving grace is my memories that I loved most about her. Here are a just a few:
1. She had the softest skin. I can still recall the feel of her soft cheek as I would kiss her goodnight. It felt like I imagined butterfly wings drying in the sun.
2. She had the most beautiful handwriting. I can still recall how she would glide a pen across a page, each letter floating into the next. When I graduated from college, she wrote the most incredible note to me. She asked if she could keep it so she could type it out neatly because I wanted to frame it. She never got around to it. When I went through her belongings, that piece of paper was the only cherished thing I was desperate to find. I finally found it tucked in my graduation ceremony program. Even with the line-throughs and scratch outs, it was her most beautiful piece of her handwriting.
3. She folded towels so neatly. I know it’s a silly little thing, but it amazed me how well she could fold laundry. It was like a perfect cube when she finished. She was not one for housekeeping, but when she did, she did well.
4. She never wrapped my Christmas presents. She would stay up all night to arrange my presents under the tree, new outfits and toys all showcased like a Macy’s window display. Even though I prefer presents wrapped in my home, I remember how magical she made Christmas for me.
5. She was a voracious reader. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t arrive to find her reading at the kitchen table or call to her say she was reading. She read books so fast that they hardly looked opened. When she passed, I donated over 600 books from her collection to a local library. My mother’s love of reading is the greatest gift she gave me as a reader and now I am passing on to Emma.
I try to instill as much as I can of her spirit to Emma who will only know her from a photograph. I will never reach the grace she had, but I am grateful I had her as my Mom to show me how to try.
My mom was kind, and generous and always put me first, I could go on and on about her character. But it’s the little things, that were big things to me, and the things I most cherish the most and deeply miss about her.
Yes, I remember Mama.