Today I am donning my pearls and apron in honor of a couple of special moms in my life.
I've taken out my mom's well loved cook book. The cover is falling off and the pages are stained. Notes are made in her neat handwriting and newspaper clippings, now yellowed, are taped to the insides. It would have little value to anybody but me. For me it brings back sweet and happy memories of my mom creating a warm and loving home for her family. A home where the cookie jar was filled on Fridays. Coming through the door after school the house was scented with the delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies. Mom was there waiting to hear about our day at school. Cookies and milk were waiting for us. It was a simple time, but a time long remembered. A time where a mother's kind gesture made children know, without a doubt, that they were loved.
One year ago today my mom passed away. I thought it would be a good day to make her favorite cookies ~ oatmeal chocolate chip. I am also planning to do a job I have been putting off for months ~ the dreaded closet cleaning. But after I finish, I plan to sit down with a cookie and a glass of milk and remember the good times I had with my mom. I will also take some of the cookies to the office tomorrow to share with my fellow employees. I think mom would like that as she always tried to discourage us from being selfish.
I will also be remembering another favorite mom ~ June Cleaver. As a huge "Leave it to Beaver" fan, I was saddened to hear that Barbara Billingsley passed away on Saturday. It has been so nice to hear Jerry Mathers (aka: the Beave) talk about what a nice lady she was. It seems so refreshing compared to so much of what takes place in tv-land these days.
The people who love us and help to shape our lives may no longer be with us, but their memories live on in so many ways. Recently I saw a lady from Ireland talking about their custom for keeping the memories of their loved ones alive at Christmastime. She said after mass on Christmas day they pour a glass of whiskey and toast those who are no longer with them. While I like the concept, I am not a whiskey drinker. I'm interested to know if any of you have a custom for keeping the memory of your loved ones close at the holidays? I would like to start a tradition like this. Feel free to tell me about it. I will be popping out of the closet now and then to do a little blog reading :).
One last thing I'd like to mention, as I was writing this post I received a call from Hospice. They helped care for my mom in the last few months of her life. They were wonderful at that time and have continued to be wonderful throughout the year. With periodic phone calls they have let me know that they are there for me should I require someone to talk to. What a blessing they have been.