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Mothers are the Best!

Mother’s Day is coming. It is, without a doubt, one of my favorite days of the year. I love being the mom. I have always loved being the mom. More and more as I age I realize that many of the ways I am the mom reflect the ways my mother was the mom when I was the kid.

My mom is very creative. I have many memories of her creatively providing fun things for my brother and me, and later my baby sister, to play with. When I was growing up, we didn’t have iPods, iPads, Play Stations, Xboxes — you get the picture. She made Prevoville, a white sheet with embroidery-pen roads, businesses and homes for our Matchbox cars to have hours and hours of fun driving around in a Sims-like environment.

She used cardboard and brads (those metallic paper fasteners) to make jointed horses with yarn manes and tails for us to gallop around the shag carpet valleys and hills in the living room. She also made barns and houses for our little farms out of quart and gallon milk cartons and construction paper.

I remember her huge garden! In my mind it was at least an acre of rows and rows of beans, okra, tomatoes, corn, onions, lettuce and more. She would can the food we could not eat at the time and put it up for later months when the garden would be dormant.  We had organically grown vegetables all year around before we kids even knew how important that was and what a great foundation for health it was for us. And I am healthy.

And then there are the animals. When we were really little we had a cottage farm with goats for milk and meat, ducks for eggs and a cow for milk. I took fresh, raw goat milk to school with my lunch before I knew it was something really special to be able to do.

Now that I am the mom, I really value and appreciate all she did, made and provided for us. I know from my vantage point in time and space how phenomenal all her mothering really was. I have tried to follow the model she was in many ways. My kids and I built Lego cities and painted on big kiddie-style easels with tempura paints. We played in the sand, building roads and bridges for their Matchbox cars. We brought ponies to the house for birthday parties. I had a very little vegetable garden and then later a larger one. I am able to get fresh henhouse eggs and raw goat milk and make fresh yogurt. All that was, is again. And I am happy.

The great memories from my childhood and theirs merge together sometimes. It is interesting to be aware of that dynamic. I am the mom and I am the kid. It is quite breathtaking. And I am grateful. What special Mom Memories do you have from your childhood?

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you.