Happy Birthday Mom!

Today has been one of those days that I can't quit thinking about my Mom.  Today she would turn 63 had she not joined Jesus 21/2 years ago.  Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, but today every time I moved, she was in my thoughts.

My Mom was a great woman who was extremely talented.  She was more creative than anyone else I have ever met. She sang like a songbird and loved to share her talents with others. She taught music for a living, but was a very talented seamstress, painter, crafter, musician, singer and cook. She loved Jesus, and would share he faith openly.  She was an optimist who always saw the glass half full.  She always saw the best in every situation, and even it if was hard for her, she made the most all things.

Rarely did I ever hear my Mom say a negative word about anyone.  If she did criticize, she was constructive with the criticism.  She was not mean spirited, but wanted to help in anyway that she could.  Sometimes I took her critiques the wrong way, and when I look back, she was right and was only looking out for my best interest.  She was always encouraging and trying to make us better.

I can hear my Mom today, giving me some words of wisdom in her final days of life.  I remember calling her upset one day, and she said, "Sarah, I raised you to know right from wrong, and to trust your instincts.  Give this situation to God, and stick by your morals.  You can't be wrong for doing what is right for you and your family."  I had no idea this would be one of the last in-depth conversations we would have, but I will never forget those words. I often think about what she said and how right she was.

This is my favorite photo with my Mom.  This was taken Easter Sunday 1996, and I was so excited  to be graduating from high school in a few weeks.  This sits on my dresser, and I look at her sweet smile every day!

The day we came home from the hospital. The lady in the white was her roomate, and they stayed in touch for many years.  I think she was ready to take me home.

On my wedding day.  She always gave of herself, and even sacrificed her time to get her hair done to finish sewing the ring bearers outfit.  I think she was hemming the pants to fit him perfectly!

After the ceremony, she was so glad to be helping me bustle up my dress.  So glad I have this picture.

Scott and I with my Mom and Dad on our wedding day.  She was such a lovely lady!

My Mom was one of the most generous people I know.  If she had something you needed, she would want you to have it. Even if it meant she went without.  She always made time for me and my brother and sister.  I don't ever remember her telling us that we couldn't help her do something.  She would let us help her cook, even if it made twice the mess for her to clean up.  I am reminded of her sacrifice when I try and let Pickles help me.  She even would sew with one of us on her lap. I still can't figure out how she managed a straight seam, or even a completed garment. If there is one lesson I need to take away from her, it is to let my children learn by doing.  She was a teacher at heart and had the patience of Job.

My Mom lived for her children and grandchildren. I am constantly reminded that The Little Man will never know her, but I remain committed to showing him pictures and telling him stories so that he will know about her.  We sing silly songs that she taught me, and I even ordered Tom T. Hall's children's album that contained some of her favorite songs. Every time we sing Barndance or Sneaky Snake, I can her her voice and see her dancing along with the tune.

Even though Pickles only shared limited time with Nana, she remembers so much about her.  She knows that Nana could do anything, including make dough ornaments and sing fun songs.  She talks about Nana singing with the Jesus and the angels, and how we will all be together one day soon.  However, my selfish nature wishes I had a direct line where I could call her in Heaven!

I have tried to write this post all day.  I was either interrupted by children, or overcome with emotion,and had to put it to the side. I finally had a moment of quite and thought I would share. Sorry for the limited photos...The Little Man took apart one of my flash drives that contained many of my pictures from the past 10 years.  I hope they are all on the computer that is mothballed in my closet.  There is also a large box of pictures, but they are in the top of his closet, and I know he will awaken if I try and get them out...Like Mom would say, "You never wake sleeping dogs or babies!"

Looking back, some of my fondest memories of my Mom are the simplest of times. Singing with her while she played the piano, cooking with her in the kitchen, or sitting on her lap while she sewed.  Until next time, keep adventuring and looking for joy in the small details of life.  Thanks for letting me share about such a sweet, wonderful lady!

Sarah