Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Dishing with Amanda

***Special announcement: "Those Special Touches" linky party is this Friday,
May 7. Please join me!!***

The lovely and gracious Amanda from Serenity Now is hosting another "Dishing It!" party today. These parties give us a great chance to get to know other bloggers, and I'm so happy to participate!

This month, in honor of Mother's Day, Amanda has asked us to dish about our mothers. Oh, my. Couldn't we all talk about our mothers for hours? My husband and I have a running joke line: "It's always the mother's fault." It seems that, when in doubt, we all blame things on our mothers. This gets a little ouchy, though, when we ARE the mothers!

It's bittersweet for me to talk about my own mother, for she died 10 years ago. She was a beautiful, very sweet lady. My two sisters and I were all close to her, and her death left a huge hole in our hearts.

My mom died in 1999, long before I owned a digital camera. This is a picture of a picture of her and my two little redheaded fellows. . . back when I only had two. The photo is fuzzy, but can you see how my mom's hair was snow-white? She was only 54 when this photo was taken.

Perhaps the most wonderful quality my mother possessed was that she was interested in anything her children were interested in. This characteristic was especially true of her after we kids were grown. Whatever occupied us, whatever interested us, whatever we wanted to do became her interests. I once told a friend that if I had decided to decorate my home with purple butterflies, she would have been hot on the trail of purple butterflies to give me.

I tried to capture the essence of my mom's generous spirit in this post I wrote about her in December. I'd be thrilled for you to read it; it's the best way I know to describe her.

My mom died when my children were very small. My youngest son doesn't remember her at all. It will be fun one day in heaven to introduce him to his grandmother.

What do I dislike about being a mother myself? Probably the laundry. But that's not my mother's fault. One of the things I love best about being a mother is being interested in whatever interests my kids. That is my mother's fault, I think, and I'm grateful.

Check out Amanda's blog and Dish It with her!


PVDela said...

What a wonderful mom! She clearly did a great job passing her good qualities on to you. Thanks for your blog, I enjoy reading it often, very often.

Southern Fried Gal said...

Awww - I got chills reading about the magnolias. An awesome story and I'm glad you shared. Have a blessed week and Mother's Day.

Southern Lady said...

What a sweet story about your mom. Isn't it wonderful to have such great memories? Carla

Amanda @ Serenity Now said...

I think you must be a lot like your mother. :) Laundry is definitely a bad side effect of motherhood! I do find myself blaming certain things (like my lack of mathematical skills) on my mother. ;) Thank you so much for linking up, and for your sweet comment. :)

Kenzie said...

I love the magnolia leaves story! Your Mom sounds like an amazing women and passed on her wonderful qualities to you!

Lisa said...

How cute about purple butterflies. Supporting your children in their interests is showing them your love.
Sweet story.

Lisa said...

Magnolia leaves- I love it! What a special mom.

Paula said...

Mother's Day must be a difficult holiday for you. I'm sorry that you lost your mom at such a young age and that your boys don't remember her. You seem like a great mom and your mother would certainly be proud of that.

Love the Decor! said...

So sad for you...Lost my dad in Dec so I can relate a bit to how very hard it is! You are a blessed lady to have had a sweet mom like her!
~Happy Mother's Day~

Let'sMakeADifference said...

Just found your blog! I cried when I read your post because it brought back thoughts of my mom, who passed away 4 years ago. Thanks for sharing! I'll be checking back often!

Erin said...

It sounds like your mom was a wonderful lady. I love a mom who is totally into their kids. Really, how can you not be? They are our everything.

Kristin said...

Thank you for sharing your story - your mom sounds so sweet and thoughtful - and I bet those magnolias are even more special now...I hope you have a blessed Mother's Day with many reminders of your mom!

Beth@The Stories of A to Z said...

Having such a beautiful person in your life that your kiddos didn't have the chance to fully know is hard. But you're right, all the more to look forward to in Heaven! Happy Mother's Day!

Dawn said...

oh... i'm just enjoying the view of a daughter's love. and i hope you will reflect on a pocket-ful of beautiful memories this sunday... of your mama. she is a woman to celebrate!

Melissa Miller said...

Richella this is a beautiful and heart touching tribute to your Mom. She sounds like she was a wonderful lady. I'm so sorry she has passed on. Precious photo! Have I ever told you I just adore red hair? LOVE it! I always wanted it for me. Maybe I'll add some red highlights to mine soon. *Smiles*

Of course I would not have missed your special touches party! They are often the most important parts of our home and life in general.
Thank you for hosting! I'll be sure and add my link and visit the others who join when you add the linky. I hope it's a huge success.

~Blessings, ~Melissa :)

HeathahLee said...

I can't wait to read that post!

With my Mom having cancer the moments Kiddo and I get to spend with her are that much more precious. I'm so glad he knows and greatly loves her. I miss my Mimmie (my mom's mother) SO much.

Dawn said...

My heart breaks that you lost your mom at such a young age.

This was beautifully written. You have a lovely blog.

I turned all gray at the very young age of 30. I started graying at 15. Of course, I keep it colored! ha!

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