I inherited a priceless gift from my mother… her skill in decorating.
At an early age, creating homes for my Muffy Dolls was a passion. I would find different accessories around the house and in my mind, I had
created a mansion.
Eventually, I advanced, somewhere around the age of 7 or 8, to actually build my own home out of discarded appliance boxes. Using a dull
knife, I would make windows with shutters, arched doors and a peaked roof. Soon I advanced to painting the flimsy structure and even add
fabric to creating make-shift curtains.
Then it hit me! I could prop the house on top of our wagon, put a rope on the wagon to the back of the tricycle and I had my first mobile
home! Little did I know I would eventually live in an actual size mobile home and raise seven children!
My mother loved creating beauty, and my dad delighted in her creations. Daddy was a ‘man’s man’ yet he slept in her lace covered canopy bed.
He loved to dwell in the colorful, flower-filled environment filled with love and my mother.
Mother’s day is here.
Some of you are scurrying to get just the right card, just the right flower and plan just the right dinner.
Others may be waiting for the surprise that Mother’s Day can bring.
I know of new mothers who will be celebrating their very first Mother’s Day with joy and anticipation.
Others of you feel the pain that the role of a Mother can bring… looking for the time, when it will be “…all better!”
And for some, this will be the first Mother’s Day without your Mother.
The isles of cards, signs, overabundance of flowers ready to be purchased are a painful reminder.
You feel hollow inside and so much like an orphan without purpose.
I miss my mother, I miss buying things for her, I miss the person that loved me no matter what… always.
Thank you, Mother, for who you were and what you instilled in my life.
I honor you, and rise up and call you blessed.
All of the pictures are from our home growing up in the West Hill of Portland Oregon.
Thanks for the memories, Mother, for this “Moment In Time”