Coming up on my fifth Mother's Day without my mom, I am thinking about her often. Wishing I could talk to her and tell her so many things. Sigh. It's another reminder to me to appreciate those we love while we have them near.
I always loved my mom's hands.
There are many things I learned from my mom - mostly by example rather than words. I've spent the last few days trying to make a list (in no particular order of importance) of some of these bits of her legacy to me.
* Always remember to lift the water tank lid on your coffee pot to let it dry out - it's a warm, damp potential-for-mold kind of spot.
* Friendships are made to treasure. "Have a cup with me" is more than just a blog title - it's a recipe for friendship!
*An organized drawer makes you happy.
*Family first.
*Carry a band-aid, Shout wipe and gum with you at all times.
*If you shake out your clothes when you take them out of the washing machine before you put them in the dryer, you'll have way less wrinkles.
*Serve quietly, behind the scenes where you're not likely to be acknowledged.
*If you have too many zucchini in your garden and you don't know how to get rid of them, fill a wheelbarrow, put on a pair of overalls and go door to door to the neighbors begging them to take a few. Even though it's guaranteed to completely embarrass your children.
*Don't be afraid to try to learn something new, no matter your age. Mom bought and learned to play the banjo when I was in junior high. Of course at the time, I was mortified that my mother was a hillbilly. But now I think it's hysterical. I'm trying to decide which instrument I should take up... fiddle?
*Hand-written letters in the mail - even if you only talk about the weather - are a wonderful way to stay in touch across the miles.
*Homemade is the best. Especially when it comes to chocolate chip cookies.
*Do it now. You'll be glad you didn't procrastinate.
*Pray. About everything.
*Find the funny in as many situations as you can.
*Say 'I love you.' Touch a face. Squeeze a hand.
Happy Mother's Day!
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