That’s my grandmother Goge holding me. My mother’s mother. I remember looking at the magical doll birthday cake and thinking, Wow, Goge thinks I’m pretty special.
She loved my mother the same way.
Yesterday I said, “Mother, what did Goge do to make your childhood so wonderful?”
Goge worked fulltime. Her husband, Mother’s daddy, died when my mom was two.
Here’s what Mother said…so sweet!
I felt intense unconditional love from my mother.
She never stopped smiling at me.
Every time we saw each other, she looked like she was glad to see me.
She acted like I was so much fun to be with.
She only had to work half a day on Wednesdays. After work, she put on her shorts and we ran to Sleepy Hollow–a secret place in the woods full of moss and tall trees. All my girlfriends thought it was wonderful. I didn’t know just how wonderful it was until I was grown.
We had one bedroom in our rented apartment. Mother and I slept in the same bed until I was 11 or 12. She bought me a used five dollar roll-away bed, and let me decorate my corner of our bedroom however I wanted to. I ripped out pictures of movie stars from magazines and taped them to the wall.
Sometimes I met her for lunch on the square. We couldn’t cross the street until the light changed so we waved real big at each other while we waited. She always came to my side of the street and hugged me.
When I was 16 she threw me a “Prom Party.” We set up card tables in the front yard and decorated them with Dorothy Perkins roses that bloomed behind our apartment. We served pink, yellow, green, and white mints, cheese straws, and pink punch with a floating ice ring. I wore a dress our neighbor made–white dotted swiss with lots of crenolines.
The day my black cocker spaniel named Laddie died, Mother cried with me while we held him.
That’s the only time I ever saw my mother cry.
We don’t forget that kind of love, do we?
Do you have a special mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, friend memory to share? Do tell!