Mom Memories

Mom Memories- Just a tiny snip of silly things I remember about my mom.

I remember the sound of your foot steps that let me know you were coming down the hall or the stairs. (Seriously, your footsteps have a certain sound.)
I remember how you would sneeze 6 or more times in a row.
I remember you letting me stay up past my bedtime if I was scratching your back.
I remember going out to Chinese food when Dad was out of town....(or you would fix macaroni and cheese, or cream tuna.)
I remember the way you would answer the phone. It didn't matter if you were mad.  You always sounded happy when you answered the phone.
I remember you helping me with my homework every day after school.  One time I did all the wrong math problems and when I realized I was so upset that I wasted all that time. So you did the right ones for me.  I got a note from the teacher that said, "Is this your hand writing?"
I remember the excuses you would make for me when I didn't want to go to a sleepover or on a date.  (I must have gotten my anti-social-ness from you.)
I remember back-to-school shopping and fashion shows in the family room.
I remember when you would make carmel popcorn and spread it out on the counter to harden and we would always eat it before it was ready.
I remember one time you yelled at me (I probably did something naughty), but you said, "You know I still love you".
I remember you would want the downstairs tidy so you would stack all our stuff up on the stairs.  You were always puzzled that we would never take our stuff up on the way by.
I remember when you told us not to say the word "crap" and when we got older you would pretend to be shocked when we said it.
I remember listening to oldies in the car with you.
I remember playing restaurant during summer.  You would make us lunch and serve it to us.  I don't know how that was different than regular, but we loved it.
I remember the way you laughed when you were with your sister.
I remember your chocolate stash in your nightstand that we would sneak.
I remember how our house felt during Christmastime...decorated with holly up the stairs, and christmas sheep.
I remember you always being home for me.  I would just have to yell for you (which you hated...you'd say "just come find me"), but you'd be there.
I remember always feeling loved and how you would call me a peacemaker.  Now I call Lola and Ava peacemakers...and girl pearls....and gorillas....just like you called us.

Love you Mom!!!