Lately I have been remembering little things/events from my child hood that still bring a smile to my face. As Isabelle gets older and her world is expanding and all about exploring, memories from my childhood come to mind.
Remember how children aspirin or vitamins used to have that big cotton ball inside? My mother used to tell us it was a from a kitty cat. My brother and I used to giggle waiting for the next time mom opened a new bottle of whatever that would have that soft 'kitten fur' in it. Silly isn't it? I opened my new bottle of prenatal's and told Isabelle the same, her response was price less! Big bug eyes and a squeal as she pulled out the 'kitty kitty' (in her words.')
I can also remember being found in my mothers closet trying on her high heels and jewelry. My mother was a fashionable momma! She still managed to wear heels and pretty dresses; NOT grandma skirts and blouses like some moms where. Blaaa. :)
I remember her clothes smelling like White Shoulders and opening up her red velvet lined jewelery box. Even though I knew what I would find, it was still exciting to touch the cool, gold jewelry. I would pretend I was getting ready for church like she would. I thought I was so special (and still do) that I have the same birthstone as her, ruby red. Just the sound of rubies still makes me smile, like we are queens or something.
I remember sitting on our front porch with my brother watching the other mom's come home from work with their kids. Wondering what it was like to be in a day care or at grandma's all day. Sometimes I thought I was missing out on some cool thing but as I got older I realized how much fun we had at home. The walks and bike rides in the summer, finding rummages sales and getting change or dollar to spend all on something I wanted! The snow days outside for hours till my fingers were numb; then called in for hot chocolate. Man those were some good days! I dream of those days with my mom, my little brother(s) and sister(s). I am so grateful to be able to make these memories with our children. I have been having dreams of walking my two little ones in my double jogger, and feeding the baby while I read a book to Isabelle. It is sometimes scary to think that I am their role model. They will listen and mimic all I do and say. Pretty scary and cool.
We were poor growing up, but our needs were always met. We could have had the mom that worked so we had that little bit of extra cash for the bigger vacations, nicer furniture, and cooler clothes. BUT, I would not have the memories, values, or the learning experiences that I got from my mother, whose SAHM mother taught her. (Thank you Jacob for your job, your hard work, and your sacrifice of not having the greatest job. Thank you for understanding the importance/need of our children having mom all day.) These are the things that I hope our children will see and understand while growing up. I hope my Isabelle and (baby #2, 3, or 4...) will relish in the same memories I had.
Isabelle is constantly keeping me busy. From coloring faces on her balloons and pretending they are her pets, to hours of side walk chalk coloring. She helps me bake and helps me clean. She comes out of my closet in my bracelets and flip flops. She unfolds the clothes I folded thinking she's helped 'refold' them. I tell ya, 2 year olds huh? From the random hugs and squeezes to the joy I see on her face when she's accomplished something new. Things like zipping up her jacket, going tinkle on the potty, or getting dressed herself. I don't know how I would deal with missing these moments or only having them on the weekends. There will be a time I work again, but not while our kids are young and impressionable.
making trail mix.
I recently heard of an unfortunate story that happened somewhere here in Texas. A daycare provider's home had a grease fire; 4 out of the 6 children were burned to death. One of the mother's when arriving to the hospital asked if her little girl was one of the children who died. The doctor showed her a pair of burnt pants asking if they belonged to her little girl, she nodded yes. It was this mothers first day back at work, her daughter's first day in day care and this horrible tragedy took place. Now I know there are lots of ways to go, but I know that that is one thing I won't ever have to worry about.
I am cherishing the memories Isabelle and I have this spring and summer before our 2nd bundle of joy arrives and the memories are then shared. I can't wait for Isabelle to see her new little play mate, friend, and sibling.
Thank you Lord for our days together...Enjoy your weekend all!
P.S. Homemade apple fritters for breakfast this morning! Found here....
http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/03/apple-fritters/
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