She Taught Me

The more years I mother my children the more I appreciate everything MY Mom did for me as a child. And the more I UNDERSTAND her. She had so many clever tricks for keeping life in the home REALISTIC and FUNCTIONAL. Like having all the cutlery in a cute pot on the counter to save time separating spoons from forks. The compost being located under the kitchen window with a funnel attached to the window sill so you can just literally “chuck the core out the window”. She washed her baby garden carrots in the laundry machine, and let me tell you when I scrubbed a hundred this summer I quickly understood WHY. (Although we did end up with little carrots caught up by their tails in our sweaters as kids…)
And If we actually needed that table-cloth ironed- she thru it in the dryer with a damp cloth for a few mins and the wrinkles just tumbled out.
I call to memory more and more of her tricks as I raise more children. Tonight as I stood back to gaze at our beautiful Christmas tree, I smiled. Just how you taught me mom. I put up the lights; and let the kids have-at-her.20131202-221528.jpgI remember the joy of touching each tacky ornaments as a child, and hanging it where I thought best. Playing with the bunnies or snow men. Being so proud that Mom kept my art and pinned it on the walls for Christmas. She saved all her favorite art me and my 4 brothers made and decorated the house with it once a year for Christmas. Decorating was for us kids to enjoy. It was realistic… not even close to catalog worthy. It wasn’t themed, or all white.
It was Kid Beautiful.
I recall seeing her shift a few ornaments to lighten the load on a tree limb, after the young ones went down to bed. Tonight I did the same. And I understand now that it wasn’t JUST about being realistic having the decorations and decorators done by children- but it’s what she loved. Decorated and decorations made by the most special people in her life.
Tonight I looked at my tree- proud of my children.
And…shed a tear over a favorite ornament my baby ate tonight- a small scrap of paper with a turtle Jonas drew age 3 on it. It was after his favorite toy “Spotty” a rubber turtle was finally discovered, melted, in the base board heater after we’d torn the house apart looking for it every night… for a month.
The heat had bulged the turtle in strange places, and blackened bar lines on its side.
It was a monster.
Jonas wept into my shirt.
My husband tried to carve it more into a turtle shape with his knife… but it was deformed beyond recognition.
That night we cut out the little pic Jonas had made of Spotty while Spotty was still alive to sit still, and hung it on the tree in memory. It was irreplaceable. And now in the belly of my baby.
You just can’t buy another ornament like THAT!
And so my priorities have shifted, and my prized ornaments are things my kids have scribbled. Just like someone else I know…
My Mom.

One thought on “She Taught Me

  1. Kim – you are so clever. Im gleaning lots of tips from you. Needed them when i was actively mothering but now im grandmothering – same thing almost!!

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