Barbara Ann
As my 25th birthday was approaching, it didn't hit me until the night before when I was in the shower. Now, I don't mean hit me as in the number I was turning. In a moment of self reflection, it hit me as to how I became the lady that I am up until this very point. Yes, life experiences have a way of changes us in certain ways, but what actually molded us and shaped us into the person we are.
Who is that person that was at the core of all of that, sparking growth from a little flower bud inside us?
For myself, I realized at that moment, more than any other time in my life that it was/is my mother. This amazing woman is my best friend, always has been. She one of the most creative people I know. My fondest childhood memories are of her in that creative state. I can remember driving across the bridge with her to the fabric store, and spending what seemed like hours in there. I would watch her search and admire different patterns, fabrics, and crafts. I would always leave with a new PEZ dispenser or sucker, probably because I was being worrisome but that's besides the point. But I can see her like it was yesterday, in that sewing room of her's cutting fabric, and sewing pieces together with me sitting on the floor playing with my toys. I absolutely love her for being that way, because she sparked that within me. She allowed me to express my creativity in a lot of ways, whether it was painting, making dolls, or pencil dolls, literally anything. When I wanted to play the violin, she said okay with no problem (she made me practice though lol) and paid for lessons for years. Thank you mommy! Not once did she make me feel like I couldn't just simply be me, no matter what the situation was.
Another thing she planted in me was my love for the Sun. The love I have for my creator is because of her. When I was young on the daily I would find my mom with her old red rugged bible, mind you that she had made a red floral laced trimmed covering for :-) That bible was so worn, you could see the countless prayers and wars she went through just by touching the pages, seeing the highlights and notes she'd wrote. She taught me about the true love of our creator but most importantly she showed daily what that meant. When life was going left or when people mistreated, used and abused her she never once wavered from her foundation.
I've always wanted to be like my mother, the way she creates, the way she gardened when I was little (now she kills stuff haha), the way she loved her children even when we weren't at our best, how she stood by my dad, and the way she loves and forgives so effortlessly even when the odds are against her.
I find that I am just like her in more ways than not. I love that about myself as I get older. We laugh together, spend money together :-/, get through things together, and one of the greatest things talk abut God together and what that means to us.
So thank you mommy for 25 years of molding my creativeness (letting me cut your hair haha) , my craziness, my spirituality, and how to love someone unconditionally, without you there would have been no me (literally).
Love,
Your Lula Mae...
P.S.
Tell your mother you love her without reservation and treat her with kindness.
Who is that person that was at the core of all of that, sparking growth from a little flower bud inside us?
For myself, I realized at that moment, more than any other time in my life that it was/is my mother. This amazing woman is my best friend, always has been. She one of the most creative people I know. My fondest childhood memories are of her in that creative state. I can remember driving across the bridge with her to the fabric store, and spending what seemed like hours in there. I would watch her search and admire different patterns, fabrics, and crafts. I would always leave with a new PEZ dispenser or sucker, probably because I was being worrisome but that's besides the point. But I can see her like it was yesterday, in that sewing room of her's cutting fabric, and sewing pieces together with me sitting on the floor playing with my toys. I absolutely love her for being that way, because she sparked that within me. She allowed me to express my creativity in a lot of ways, whether it was painting, making dolls, or pencil dolls, literally anything. When I wanted to play the violin, she said okay with no problem (she made me practice though lol) and paid for lessons for years. Thank you mommy! Not once did she make me feel like I couldn't just simply be me, no matter what the situation was.
Another thing she planted in me was my love for the Sun. The love I have for my creator is because of her. When I was young on the daily I would find my mom with her old red rugged bible, mind you that she had made a red floral laced trimmed covering for :-) That bible was so worn, you could see the countless prayers and wars she went through just by touching the pages, seeing the highlights and notes she'd wrote. She taught me about the true love of our creator but most importantly she showed daily what that meant. When life was going left or when people mistreated, used and abused her she never once wavered from her foundation.
I've always wanted to be like my mother, the way she creates, the way she gardened when I was little (now she kills stuff haha), the way she loved her children even when we weren't at our best, how she stood by my dad, and the way she loves and forgives so effortlessly even when the odds are against her.
I find that I am just like her in more ways than not. I love that about myself as I get older. We laugh together, spend money together :-/, get through things together, and one of the greatest things talk abut God together and what that means to us.
So thank you mommy for 25 years of molding my creativeness (letting me cut your hair haha) , my craziness, my spirituality, and how to love someone unconditionally, without you there would have been no me (literally).
Love,
Your Lula Mae...
P.S.
Tell your mother you love her without reservation and treat her with kindness.
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