My mom continues to be a great mom, but Mother’s Day made me start trying to remember what I remember of her from my childhood. I’ve decided I have a pathetic memory, but I do have a few fond memories and I enlisted the help of my siblings.
Here’s what we remember about our mom from when we were kids…
She could cut up a whole chicken and make chicken and rice with great crunchies around the edges of the pan.
We went on many walks around the block together and bike rides around the neighborhood.
She read the Readers Digest or Guidepost aloud while I sat right next to her on the couch.
She had to figure out what to do with her screaming son in the Wal-Mart check out line. Even back then it was terrible place to be.
She canned beans and tomatoes and dilly beans.
She would braid my hair during church when I’d put my head in her lap.
She was never crabby.
She left us a list of things to do on the summer days when we were home and she was working.
I remember making her cry because I was such a rude teenager to her.
We all will never let her forget when she yelled “Whoop Whoop!” at one of Luke’s basketball games for everyone to hear.