My dad got re-married Saturday. It was a joyous occasion for him and his new bride, Shelly. I am so thrilled that he has found a companion and partner for the next chapter of his life I cannot help but to think back on my mom. Since I love lists, it only seems appropriate:
1. Outside our home was a sign that read “Love Deeply.” And my mom did. Loving is being selfless and she was so selfless. When her sister died suddenly she left two boys behind and my Mom raised them. I cannot think of a way to love more deeply than to love two boys that are not even your own. Then she had her own kids and she loved us so deeply too. In memory of her, I have a matching sign that also reads, “Love Deeply.”
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2. My mom loved to cook. Most of the memories of my mom were centered on a meal. I would like to think that has been passed onto me. She cooked every night for the four of us. Not only did she cook every night for the family but she got up every school day and made a hot homemade breakfast. First, I am surprised that I don’t weight 500 pounds because it was so yummy and good ole Southern style breakfast. But secondly I didn’t realize until I was older how out of the ordinary that is. Her homemade biscuits were the best. She made them very small, only about one and a half inches in diameter. They were adorable and delicious.
3. Speaking of cooking, she started a recipe box for me when I was really little, probably six years old. In it are my favorite recipes with commentaries like, “A Christmas Morning Tradition” and “You called these cheesy potatoes.” I have that recipe box in my kitchen and it contains all my childhood favorites.
4. Often when I think of my mom in the kitchen I think of a white sweatshirt, shorts and flip flops. That was her “at home” outfit in rain or snow. Sometimes I feel like I need to channel her and so I throw on my grey Polo sweatshirt, some shorts and flip flops and cook away.
5. My mom was a great listener. I remember sitting at the bar while she cooked and just talking. She would ask great questions, which to me is the sign of a good listener.
6. My mom was not for inside dogs. I type this as my two BIG inside dogs drool over my dinner. Sorry mom.
7. Sometimes when life got stressful, I would vent to her and she would start her next sentence with, “Now here’s what we are going to do. You need to take a good long bath and get some time to think and then we will …..” She believed that a good long bath could cure a lot of things. I believe that is great wisdom.
8. My mom had the most unique handwriting of any person I have ever met. Each letter stands meticulously on its own and with its own personality. R’s were always capitalized whether they needed to be or not. I admired her uniqueness in just about everything.
9. My mom was so thoughtful. I can remember at least once a week in school there would be a note, favorite piece of candy, a picture, you name it - in my lunch box at school. I hope I said thank you enough for those small, meaningful acts of thoughtfulness.
Although it only scratches the surface, it felt so good to share those things. Thanks for indulging me.
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Mom and Me - November 2006 |