Cancer took you away from me 5,559 days ago. Luckily, in the 21 years, 11 months, and 29 days we shared together I learned a ridiculous amount of things from you. The usual – how to walk, how to talk, how to tie my shoes. Then there’s the unusual, the unexpected, the not so common.
one | unnecessary purchases
I more than appreciate how you taught me how to hide non-essential shopping spree purchases from Dad and what do you if you get caught.
I remember a time you went a bit crazy and bought 6 new tops and 3 new pairs of shoes for yourself when you were just supposed to be picking up a few new back to school items me and Niki. Or you the many times went totally overboard and a few items for us turned into a whole new wardrobe.
You taught me a simple way to hide that moment of insanity. 1 – Leave the purchases in the trunk until dad leaves. 2 – The minute you know he’s gone hang up shirts and mix in with other clothes and toss shoes into the closet like they’re oldies but goodies. 3 – Don’t mix new with new – that’s a dead giveaway that you spent money that you shouldn’t have. 4 – NEVER forget to take off the tags!
And if you do get caught get really offended that he doesn’t remember seeing you in that shirt or those shoes before and say “This is my favorite. I’ve had it forever.”
two| folding towels
I was quickly folding a king size bed full of towels the other night so Matt and I could get in bed. I was folding them so quickly in fact that I was utterly impressed at how perfectly symmetrical they were. This, I learned from you.
I remember the day you taught me this important skill. I was so excited to finally get it right. And so then I folded more and more and more. And then you pawned that chore off to me. Living in a house with three females creates a crap ton of laundry and you very slyly got out of that duty.
I’m pretty sure I spent a majority of my chore time folding towel after towel after towel. It’s no wonder that I am super anal about the way my laundry is folded now. Thanks, mom.
three | after a night out snacks
Cheetos + a Diet Coke after a night out on the town is where it’s at. Well, that’s what you taught me, at least.
Often, after a night out with Dad, you would come home (either slightly tipsy or just full blown drunk as a skunk) with a bag of Cheetos and a Diet Coke in your hand. It was so funny to me then. Remember the time we hid them from you? Hilarious!
I miss your beer/Cheeto/Diet Coke breath, mom. (Haha! I can’t believe I just wrote that, but it’s true!)
There’s something else I wished I’d learned from you, mama.
four | fried chicken
Gah. You made the best fried chicken…and mashed potatoes…and gravy. If I close my eyes and concentrate I can still smell the greasy goodness that filled the air in our little home in the country.
I’m sorry I never wanted to learn how to make it. What I’d give to have just a day with you again. It would totally include you teaching me how to make your fried chicken…and the 31,759 questions I have about your pregnancy with me, motherhood, and life in general.
We’ve missed out on so much together in the last 15 years, mom. I was (still am) so thankful that God gave me you. These little “life lessons” may not mean much to some, but they are wonderful memories that I hold tight.
Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven.
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