We remember moments, not days. true. we recall a memory , a specific moment in time and how we felt at that moment. But we do not remember what time we got up that day, what was eaten, what other mundane things happened on that day....just that "moment".
We go out into the world everyday and interact with dozens of people...but then, there is that "one". Perhaps they were extra kind, or maybe they hurt you, or told a joke. Maybe it was not you that was involved but you witnessed a interaction between others and it left an imprint on your heart and in your mind.
When I think of my mom, and my life growing up, there is one moment that immediately come to mind. I was about 10yrs old. She was in the kitchen and i was standing in the hallway doorway. I dont recall what i had said, but she replied, "I like you. Your are my daughter and I have to love you, but I
like you". I don't think I've ever had a complement that meant more to me. To this day when i think of it... I feel special and loved and unique and accepted. Thanks Mom. ( I
like you too)
ok, i know this is blowing someone's mind...lol
The quote is from her journal; the book is one she read and loved. My mom was good, really good and pure, but she had a heart for "bad" girls. Especially the rejected and neglected.
She told me when i was a young lady, that it was the good girls who ended up in trouble (code back then for you got pregnant out of marriage) She said this was because good girls weren't planning on being bad. Bad girls planned for it, accordingly.
My father was quite the practical joker who loved teasing my sweet mother by telling stories that while they had truth in them- left out crucial details.
Example #1. On Sweetest Day 1941 while at my Dad's house, his Dad offered my Mom some homemade wine. She had a few sips and not being a drinker at all, felt sick. His sisters had her lay down in their bed. While she was resting, my father came in and proposed marriage to her. She accepted. He'd tell me your mother was drunk and in bed when i proposed. She'd be horrified, and quickly fill in the missing details.... he would giggle.
Example #2. He'd tell me, that they married on July 12th and their son was born on July 13th. True....however he failed to say they married in 1942, and their son was born in July of 1943. Again, my Mom would be horrified, firmly correct the record and Dad would giggle.
I would be horrified too, and scold my Dad, and he would laugh. Hmmm wonder what kind of jokes he's be pulliing on us now.
