My Mom is a funny lady. She has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We have always had a great relationship even during my so called 'rebellion' years. I wasn't that bad...but I'm sure I had my moments!
Growing up we moved a lot. From one coast to the other, and a few places in between. My dad was a entrepreneur! He had huge ideas, huge plans and a huge heart. Adventure was always just around the corner with him! We had an interesting life with him ~ to be sure.
A traditional family we were not!
Over the summer I was able to visit my Mom, who now lives back in Minnesota. One thing I love and can count on (and look forward to), is talking about the good 'ole days! Her days, our days. Its amazing what you learn that you didn't know before!
|Me and my Mom.|
She is having a hard time getting around, at 82 (83 in less than a month) it is to be expected. Age will do that. It also begins the process of letting go. Things that are dear to you, things that have touched your heart. When I opened my Christmas gift from her, I knew she was passing on something very special. Her gift to me was carrying on the memory.
This gift may not look like much. A battered boot and some crazy dolls. But to her (and to me), this is her childhood. She loved her Daddy very much, and speaks of him a lot, so often with a twinkle in her eye.
Included in this special gift was a letter. She told the story of this little boot, and of course included some of her humor.
This letter is tucked into the boot with all the little dolls. I will be keep it safe and sound for her. Sharing the memories.