Lilies of the Valley, cut on Sunday, still fragrant on Thursday
Mother's Day was a little tough for me this year. I thought of Momma more often than I have in the past. I missed having her to call. It seemed like there would have been stuff I would have shared with her, if she had been around this year.
Mom sure would have loved to have seen my girls grown up, and who they have become. And I think she would have been tickled with my grandbebe girls. I would love for her to know how I have done since the dee-vorce, and for her to have really gotten to know the Guy, and his (now our) kids.
I think she would have enjoyed sitting on my back patio, knitting dishclothes. And I think she would nod in approval of the ground I have covered in my knitting accomplishments.
She probably wouldn't think my way of planting iris to be proper, however. But, we all have to go our own way sometimes...
Momma would love to know of how Wonderful Guy and I travel, and my new camera skilz, I think.
I know, I know. I am thinking of Momma of a few years ago, the woman who traveled to the grandkid's graduations, and gardened, and sold iris at the farmer's market in Overland Park.
But's that the Momma I have been missing lately, the one I have been wishing I could call up and with whom I could chat.
Lilacs, still doing okay, after being buried by the snow, and a couple of chilly nights
Having lilacs take me back to being a little girl. And spending a weekend back in Kansas earlier this spring helped all these feelings, too, I am sure.
Then there is this. Wisest Sister sent me a package today. (I swear, my report cards from grade school ended up everywhere but with me! I suffered no end of abuse when a less than stellar report card fell into Dearest Sister's hands a couple years back!) Click to make big if you really want to read Miss Ravenstein's exquisite handwriting. Because it is. Exquisite, that is.
First, I got A's in science! Now what science-y thing we did in 3rd grade, I am not sure. Probably had alot to do with reading from a book. Such a good way to learn science.
Second, I got B's in art. Which I remember thinking at the time meant I was no good in that particular subject.
Thirdly, I was a healthy, model citizen, obedient and courteous, who played well with others. Interestingly, these are traits that haven't always served me well through life. I think it might have been good to have spaces for 'assertive', 'stands her ground', 'has found her voice', 'speaks her truth', 'protects the rights of the less fortunate'. But alas, I was in grade school in the early 60's. In a small town. And round pegs needed to fit into round holes....
Fourth, there's my mom's signature. Always recognizable. Never able to forge it...if I was to try, that is....
Just missing my mom more than usual.
And now I have to frog about 10 rows on Eldest's February Lady Sweater. Mom, this one's for you.