Three Great Memories

It's sad that as we age the easist memories to maintain are those of the bad or stressful times. The times we were hurt, physically or emotionally. Today I recall three seperate really great memories of my childhood that all originate with my mother.


May Day
Growing up as Jehova's Witnesses (JWs) we didn't celebrate any holidays. As you can imagine, this was very hard on us kids, especially once we were in school. Mom located a holiday that the JWs didn't spefically preach against, May Day.

Each May Day, she would order small baskets of flowers from our local florist for me to hand out to my best friends. There were always three or four of them. As a child, it felt wonderful to have an acceptable method of showing how much I cared for my friends. Even though it wasn't a celebrated holiday, it made me feel more like I fit in.

As an adult I can appreciate the expense and trouble she went through each year without complaint or thanks.


The Last Day You'll Ever Be...

Another celebration we particiapted in was celebrating the last day we'd ever be an age. Mom hated not being able to celebrate our birth, so she celebrated the day before. It started out with just a small present. A few years later, cake was added. To this day I feel the last day someone is an age is as important as the first day of their new year.


Dance Lessons

Mom loved music and dancing when she was young. Having given birth to me just a week after her eighteenth birthday, she was still quite young and into music. I can distinctly recall her teaching me how to do the locomotion, the twist, and many other dances that age me. This type of music always brings back feelings of happiness and continentment.

Thanks mom.