I am my Mom

 

One day I woke up and I sneezed like my mom. I sounded just like her.
I laughed about it then tucked the sweet memory of my mothers sneeze in my back pocket.

Another day I gave out a "Whoop!" of excitement; and at the moment it left my mouth I looked around to see if anyone else had heard my mother. Sure enough, my husband announced; “Who invited your mother here?”
Again, I laughed at the incident and remembered my mothers quick involvement to fun.

I stood in the kitchen one morning scrubbing away at a stubborn pan when I realized my lips were tucked in, face tight, holding my breath just like I’ve seen my mother do when she is focused on a physical task.
I pull this face often but it is easily removed when I laugh about where I got it.

I danced with my kids in the living room only to have them fall to the floor laughing, just as I had done to mother when she would feel the groove. My every move felt just like my mother!

In attempt to describe, in detail, my exciting day to my husband I found my hands showing just as much excitement as they opened and paused and pointed with each expression. In mid-motion, I “felt“ like my mother in every way.

After offering a ”high five” to my 6 year old daughter, I smiled when her leg bent and went up too (like she was going to kick)
just as my mother can’t seem to give a simple high five...she adds a little “umph” to it.

My beautiful mother has left imprints all over my life. I am so happy I can remember her just by being me!