Positivity is a rare and wonderful emotion. It is one emotion I think I avoid. Then I remember Momma who was always positive. She knew life could be difficult but she was always encouraging, smiling, giving great hugs and seeing the best in everyone. While growing up it was just the three of us, me, my little brother and Momma. We never knew we were poor. In my mind we had the world. She never said one bad word about Daddy yet he rarely gave her a penny. I know she went to heaven still in love with him, even though 50 years had passed since they’d divorced.
All of my friends loved my Momma. She was always a part of our crazy adventures. If we went to Disneyland so did Momma! If I went shopping so did Momma. I can’t go shopping for clothes without her now. I turn in the dressing room to look for her, get sad and just leave the department store. It was hard to go to the picture show for a long time but I go now and enjoy it. Wondering as I leave the theater if she would have liked the movie. I talk to her often as if she might answer, hoping one day she does.
We grew up near Momma’s parents and spent Sundays with Gramma Dink and Grampa Tom at their house for supper. Didn’t everybody have Sunday supper with their grandparent’s, then we’d watch I Love Lucy on TV. I still don’t understand how kids grow up and move so darn far away from their families. How are you supposed to get to Gramma’s on Sunday if you live in Utah?
Does your family live near by so you can spend the day with them on Sunday? Do they attend your school award programs, go to your school plays and attend your football games? Do you share holidays together? Do you go to church together? My Momma was the most supportive person, the best hugger and by far the best listener on the whole planet and I miss her every day.
As time goes on, I know she would want me to be happy. To choose happiness, smile, go on with life and remember all of our crazy times but definitely to be happy. So I do. Her smile, her laugh, her outlook on life.
I am lucky to be like her and now at 65 I see her when I look in the mirror, I see her looking back at me. I am truly a blessed woman.
Love Comes in All Sizes
