History often repeats itself. Sometimes repetition is good, sometimes its bad and sometimes it gives us comfort. Our trip to the strawberry patch last week was for comfort. I did good with Mother’s Day this year and I think part of it was due to the fact that it was also my daughter’s 3rd birthday. Coming to a place where I can embrace the circle of life as well as being at a happy place in my life made memories sufficient this year.
One of the memories that always sticks out to me is the yearly tradition of picking strawberries. Every year my mother and I would head to the strawberry patch with my aunt and cousin in tow. We would spend the day there and she would come home and carefully wash the strawberries, while simultaneously boiling her Ball jars for canning. It was a process that I don’t fully remember but I just remember her, and us doing it together.
A few weeks before my mother died she took my son to the strawberry patch. I was too busy to go, had I known….
I thought no better tribute than to take my daughter on her first trip. Hoping she will have these memories of me when I’m gone. We had a great time and I left determined more than ever to start creating traditions of our own. Ones that will give my children sweet memories of me when I’m gone.
What are some family traditions that you keep going?
On this day 4 years ago I got THE call.
The one no one wants.
The house phone first and when we didn’t answer, the cell phone followed. I knew without answering..Mommy was gone.
One day I’ll tell the whole story, just not today.
While my mother left me here 4 years ago, she only left me physically but I am so thankful for the memories.
Today I choose to smile through my tears. I was looking through some photos and thought I would share. My mama was one bad Mamajama!!
Say a prayer for me today..and the next few days. To add insult to injury her birthday is next Saturday the 4th. Hallelujah for BlogHer for diversion but I am still a little broken.
My mother has been gone a little over 3 years and I am just finding the strength to go through her things. As I was going through some of her old clothing I came across this.
It is in impeccable shape and I thought it would be nice to wear it this winter. I’m a little on the fence as to whether I should wear it or just put it away. If wearing it becomes my final decision I do think it’s a little big but I thought maybe I could have it altered to fit a little better and maybe make it shorter to hit around mid thigh.
Wear it or put it away? If I wear it, is it fine as is or should I have the alterations done?