In this picture, my mother is 21 years-old. She doesn’t yet know that she’s going to lose three babies before finally having my sister. She doesn’t know about all the moving around we will eventually do or how high her hair will actually be in 1972. She doesn’t know about Junior Auxillary, seeing her daughters marry, buying Christmas for three grandchildren and a great-grandchild, or even about the cancer she will beat. She’s got no idea that Dad will grow up right along beside her and retire with her. She doesn’t know yet because she’s 21 and her whole life she’s been a girl. The woman/wife/mother business is too fresh.
It’s 1963 forever in this picture, and that’s why I love it. Note that shine on the kitchen table – it’s her trademark.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you.
3 thoughts on “For Mom”
That is so very sweet and your mom sounds like she’s very strong-I guess you came by it honestly. >>And that table?? How does one do that? >>I know I told you Happy Mother’s Day over at my blog, but I’m sending you more wishes here. Have a wonderful day!!
Thank you for the wishes! My mother is a rock and every single thing in her house shines like that table.>>It’s clear I didn’t inherit the shiny-table gene, though.
Love this story. And I can't believe that table.