My memory is not limited to just one. But two.
December 12. 2000
and
January 31, 2007
The two days I gave birth. First to B. Second to Miss K.
You were there. In the room both times. Both times with your oldest baby, me, as I gave birth and realized for the first time as I held my babies the love that only a mother can for her children. You understood the fear I felt when he wasn't allowed to cry immediately and the fear when she wouldn't cry. You understood both times when I cried from phone calls received not long after giving birth. One from a man who I longed to be a daddy and husband, the other from a screaming newborn baby girl. You fell in love with those babies as much as I did when you also first held them. What an awesome Nana you are.
My memories of those two days stand out above all other memories. Probably because you taught me everything I know about being a mother. About the sacrifices, the tears, the absolute joy of being called Moma. And hearing those words....
I love you Moma!!
2 comments:
Such a precious post! I cried all the way through it so she couldn't have read it in front of me either - :) I find you to be a good-hearted upstanding woman who I am honored to call my friend............guess we both have your moma to thank for that.
Thanks for making me cry, Kelli. I love you my friend. I still can't read what I wrote without crying. She finally read it this morning after she got to school. And cried. The one thing I didn't put in this post was my thoughts on a memory jar, tell the memories now. Don't wait until our loved ones are too old or are gone. Get those memories written. We even sat around later and shared a few in front of our kids. That isn't done enough, or at least in my family. My brother does a lot from the pulpit, it surprises me what he remembers. And when you start telling the memories begin to flood.
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