Special Memories

It is shameful how long it has been since my last post. The funny thing is I have about 5 different posts started but none that I have actually finished ....way to keep up my New Year's resolution! A touch of writer's block perhaps...actually no, it's not really that, it's more about deciding whether I want to share some of the stuff I have been writing about. You know what I'm talking about...I'm sure you have all written that Facebook status that you think is so incredibly clever and witty, only to delete it before you post thinking to yourself " I can't write that" !!!

Another one of my resolutions...stop second guessing myself. So far, I'm off to a great start with my resolutions! 

But there is something very important that I wanted to write about that I am a few days late getting to...in my defense, I was having surgery, so I guess that is a good reason. ( I'll talk more about that later.)

Jan 16th marked seven years without my mom. It's strange because it gets easier and harder at the same time. One of the hardest things is knowing that Porter and Ruby never got to meet my mom and even though they did meet my dad, they will not remember him. 

So it is up to me to keep their memories alive. So in honor of my mom's anniversary, I'll share this special memory.

I can remember being about 7 years old. We had moved to PEI from Nova Scotia and we were staying with my Nan "until we found a place". I put that in quotations because I'm sure we ended up staying there for years which was fine with me, it was there that I had most of the best memories of my childhood.

 I was the typical child who didn't want to go to bed at my bedtime and I was forever asking my mom to read me a story. Then one night, I'm not sure why, my mom said she would tell me a story instead...and there it began. She must have regretted that big time because I got hooked! I remember my nightly pleas became "TELL me a story !" I don't remember all of them exactly, but her stories were always about a little boy or girl who had to overcome some obstacle and of course there was always a happy ending! 

And then she would turn my pillow over to the cool side, lift up my hair, lay my head back down and kiss my forehead good night. 

So simple, but one of the best memories I have.  I certainly didn't have a perfect childhood, but I always knew I was loved.

Love and miss you Mom. xo