MY MOM IS…
THE MOST LOVELY WOMAN IN THE WORLD!
…A HUGGABLE NURTURER.
From my earliest memory, I can feel her loving arms around me. I recall her gentle embrace as I sat on her lap or hugged her leg. I remember her making it – life that is - all better. There she is, each time I think of my mother, I think of a true nurturer. I could always feel the soothing touch of my mother with any concern I had. Her arms would encircle me with much affection. I could go to her with an ear ache, and not only leave comforted with a bandaide over my ear, but also having felt healed by her gentle love. I remember her brushing my hair and untangling those crazy snarls almost every morning. I remember falling on my bike at Brown’s house. Mom scrubbed the gravel from my knees and told me her nursing stories. Once I grew and our size began to match, I could easily fit my arms around her in a warm hug and rock with my head on her shoulder. I remember doing that into my teens and even when I get to see her now. I loved her hugs and the way she brought me peace. This was the perfect way for me to be loved by her. If I truly reach back to the deepest and most vague memory of my mother in my mind, I think of her holding my hand through the crib as I calmly fell asleep. More of this memory comes from her telling me about the memory as I’ve grown older. She says I wouldn’t fall asleep unless she was there with me. Each time she thought I was fast asleep she’d slowly crawl out of the room. What a patient mom!
…A FAMILY FANATIC.
My Mom loved her Mom. I remember them laughing together and making jams and salsa together. I loved watching how Mom loved her siblings. She lit up around them. She loves her sisters (in-laws included). It really reflected how important her family was to her. I still see that.
…A CONFIDENCE LIFTER.
I remember mom helping give my first talk from the pulpit at Church when our family was speaking in Sacrament Meeting…all I remember is it was something about birds…(then I found it)…
“You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes.
That is the reason a bird can sing
On the darkest days, he believes in spring.”
In Florida she helped with my New Beginnings Project. She made it seem like it was all my idea, but it was her behind all my successes.
…AN EXCELLENT COOK.
The kitchen always smelled like fresh bread or at dinner it smelled like yummy beef or chicken. I loved dinner time and Mom always praised me for being willing to try anything. She and Dad called me the “conesuier”. I took great pride in this. I always looked forward to dinner time together with the family and Mom’s food. One day after school I went to Callie Slade’s house to play. Her mom took us in the station wagon on some errands. It began to get late and although I couldn’t tell time, I knew that it was running past 6. Mom was strict about us being home by this time. I felt sick to my stomach but didn’t say anything. Callie’s Mom took us to DQ for ice cream, but I felt so sick with guilt that I was late for Mom’s dinner that I passed up getting an ice cream cone. Once we finally returned, I jumped out of the car and ran home. I knew I’d be in big trouble. I opened the door and walked in knowing I was about to get it from my worried Mother. As I began to plead my apologies, Mom said, “Oh, that’s okay, Sister Slade called me and told me she was taking you out.”
…A FUNNY GAL.
I love to see my mom laugh and sometimes she really surprised me with her silliness, humor, and whit. On her mission in Chile she seemed to really radiate fun and humor.
She let us laugh a lot as kids and get super silly as teenagers. She’d watch us and laugh.
…A KID AT HEART.
I remember when all the older kids went off to school and I got to stay with mom and the baby. It was nice to have some alone time with her. I loved to watch the cartoons, Pink Panther, Mighty Mouse, Rocky and Bullwinkle, and Tom & Jerry. I remember watching Sound of Music and feeling romanicified by Captain Von Trapp. Once while Mary Poppins was playing I caught mom singing along in the pantry. I think it was “Feed the birds” – it made me realize she was once like me – a child! She helped us make believe. Before I was school age, Jason Chizler would come over and play. I remember we tried to set up boobie traps for the neighbor’s cat. One time I mentioned to Jason that I didn’t know if Santa was real. He marched into the house and told my mom what I said, Mom, looked down at me and reassured Santa was watching me. A few years later, as Mom brushed my hair before school one morning, I asked her what shopping she had to do. She replied with a wink, “Chelise, don’t ask those kind of questions around Christmas time”. It was then, with out saying anything more that I got it. Mom let Chalonn and I play all day out in the barn when we got chicken pox. She finally gave us Barbies for Christmas, but said, “I’ll take them away if I ever find them with out clothes on.” I think she secretly loves playing dress up. The first time I noticed how fun this was with her was at our YW fashion show. She and I couldn’t get enough! Mom made my 7th and 11th birthday parties so fun. Cowboy and Here’s Your Life Themes. I told her, “It was funner than a waterslide!” And we always decorated for the appropriate seasons even though she despised Halloween. I loved how Mom decorated the house. She taught us how to keep things in control in “The Nice” room.
…A RISK TAKER.
She let Chalonn and I perm her hair when I was 12!
…AN ENRICHER.
Mom always encourages our learning and helped with my homework. I remember Mom loved to read. She took us to the library weekly in the summers. We had quiet time after lunch where mom got to go alone to her bedroom and we had to read or stay quiet during that time. One of the sweetest things she ever did was when I was in a read-a-thon in the 4th grade. I had to read 16 books in order to qualify for my teacher taking me out to lunch. Mom helped call others in the class to locate the books, and was up late with me reading the books till the very last minute. She took us to museums and the library in the summer time.
…A MOTHER-BEAR.
She will get in your face if you mess with her young. I remember in Florida when my High school Teachers was shifting me around in some of my classes. Mom got in the office right away with records and her personal “files” and was ready to get in their face if she needed to. Also, when she was picking me up from my mission, Chalonn said she never saw Mom drive so fast and defensive, “Get out of my way, I’m goin to get my Baby back!”
…A FRIEND.
My Mom was always so loving and kind to us. I remember coming home to her after school everyday. Either she was in the kitchen or reading on her bed. I loved relaying all the things that happened at school. She was always there to receive me after dates or parties. She made it a point to have individual time with us. I loved it when she took Chalonn and I to the model homes and boutiques. But the point where I feel like my Mom and I really became friends was when we moved to Florida. We seemed to connect like sisters or BFF’s more in those years than ever. Maybe I grew up a little and saw this amazing woman I had at my feet loving me at every moment. She surprised me and took me to the Nutcracker one day. She worked for me one time when I couldn’t earn 50 bucks to work as a caterer…how was that fair? She rubbed my back and tucked Chenae and I in every night (yes, we were teenagers that still needed our Mommy to tuck us in). She woke us up for seminary every morning (and sometime climbed in bed to sleep a few more minutes). She let Chenae and I hog the best seats in the suburban where we could sleep while the kids we picked up were scrunched in the uncomfy seats. She didn’t get too mad at me for leaving the chocolate ice cream out on the deep freezer once in the garage. She shared a spoonful of that ice cream with me almost every night after dinner. She let me cry when I got frustrated. We loved to garage sale together and check out the Swap meets.
…THE MOST LOVELY WOMAN IN THE WORLD!
I can’t stand it! I feel like I want to burst when I think about how tender and wonderful this woman is! I truly have a gem of a mother. I always wonder what it would be like to know her in high school or if we were the same age. Would we be friends? Would I get to know her as the close friend I know her to be now? I am so grateful it is the way it is now. She is my mom and I am her daughter. We get to be close friends as well as live with the cherished memories and bonds of a mother and daughter. What tender feelings I have for this lady!!
THE MOST LOVELY WOMAN IN THE WORLD!
…A HUGGABLE NURTURER.
From my earliest memory, I can feel her loving arms around me. I recall her gentle embrace as I sat on her lap or hugged her leg. I remember her making it – life that is - all better. There she is, each time I think of my mother, I think of a true nurturer. I could always feel the soothing touch of my mother with any concern I had. Her arms would encircle me with much affection. I could go to her with an ear ache, and not only leave comforted with a bandaide over my ear, but also having felt healed by her gentle love. I remember her brushing my hair and untangling those crazy snarls almost every morning. I remember falling on my bike at Brown’s house. Mom scrubbed the gravel from my knees and told me her nursing stories. Once I grew and our size began to match, I could easily fit my arms around her in a warm hug and rock with my head on her shoulder. I remember doing that into my teens and even when I get to see her now. I loved her hugs and the way she brought me peace. This was the perfect way for me to be loved by her. If I truly reach back to the deepest and most vague memory of my mother in my mind, I think of her holding my hand through the crib as I calmly fell asleep. More of this memory comes from her telling me about the memory as I’ve grown older. She says I wouldn’t fall asleep unless she was there with me. Each time she thought I was fast asleep she’d slowly crawl out of the room. What a patient mom!
…A FAMILY FANATIC.
My Mom loved her Mom. I remember them laughing together and making jams and salsa together. I loved watching how Mom loved her siblings. She lit up around them. She loves her sisters (in-laws included). It really reflected how important her family was to her. I still see that.
…A CONFIDENCE LIFTER.
I remember mom helping give my first talk from the pulpit at Church when our family was speaking in Sacrament Meeting…all I remember is it was something about birds…(then I found it)…
“You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes.
That is the reason a bird can sing
On the darkest days, he believes in spring.”
In Florida she helped with my New Beginnings Project. She made it seem like it was all my idea, but it was her behind all my successes.
…AN EXCELLENT COOK.
The kitchen always smelled like fresh bread or at dinner it smelled like yummy beef or chicken. I loved dinner time and Mom always praised me for being willing to try anything. She and Dad called me the “conesuier”. I took great pride in this. I always looked forward to dinner time together with the family and Mom’s food. One day after school I went to Callie Slade’s house to play. Her mom took us in the station wagon on some errands. It began to get late and although I couldn’t tell time, I knew that it was running past 6. Mom was strict about us being home by this time. I felt sick to my stomach but didn’t say anything. Callie’s Mom took us to DQ for ice cream, but I felt so sick with guilt that I was late for Mom’s dinner that I passed up getting an ice cream cone. Once we finally returned, I jumped out of the car and ran home. I knew I’d be in big trouble. I opened the door and walked in knowing I was about to get it from my worried Mother. As I began to plead my apologies, Mom said, “Oh, that’s okay, Sister Slade called me and told me she was taking you out.”
…A FUNNY GAL.
I love to see my mom laugh and sometimes she really surprised me with her silliness, humor, and whit. On her mission in Chile she seemed to really radiate fun and humor.
She let us laugh a lot as kids and get super silly as teenagers. She’d watch us and laugh.
…A KID AT HEART.
I remember when all the older kids went off to school and I got to stay with mom and the baby. It was nice to have some alone time with her. I loved to watch the cartoons, Pink Panther, Mighty Mouse, Rocky and Bullwinkle, and Tom & Jerry. I remember watching Sound of Music and feeling romanicified by Captain Von Trapp. Once while Mary Poppins was playing I caught mom singing along in the pantry. I think it was “Feed the birds” – it made me realize she was once like me – a child! She helped us make believe. Before I was school age, Jason Chizler would come over and play. I remember we tried to set up boobie traps for the neighbor’s cat. One time I mentioned to Jason that I didn’t know if Santa was real. He marched into the house and told my mom what I said, Mom, looked down at me and reassured Santa was watching me. A few years later, as Mom brushed my hair before school one morning, I asked her what shopping she had to do. She replied with a wink, “Chelise, don’t ask those kind of questions around Christmas time”. It was then, with out saying anything more that I got it. Mom let Chalonn and I play all day out in the barn when we got chicken pox. She finally gave us Barbies for Christmas, but said, “I’ll take them away if I ever find them with out clothes on.” I think she secretly loves playing dress up. The first time I noticed how fun this was with her was at our YW fashion show. She and I couldn’t get enough! Mom made my 7th and 11th birthday parties so fun. Cowboy and Here’s Your Life Themes. I told her, “It was funner than a waterslide!” And we always decorated for the appropriate seasons even though she despised Halloween. I loved how Mom decorated the house. She taught us how to keep things in control in “The Nice” room.
…A RISK TAKER.
She let Chalonn and I perm her hair when I was 12!
…AN ENRICHER.
Mom always encourages our learning and helped with my homework. I remember Mom loved to read. She took us to the library weekly in the summers. We had quiet time after lunch where mom got to go alone to her bedroom and we had to read or stay quiet during that time. One of the sweetest things she ever did was when I was in a read-a-thon in the 4th grade. I had to read 16 books in order to qualify for my teacher taking me out to lunch. Mom helped call others in the class to locate the books, and was up late with me reading the books till the very last minute. She took us to museums and the library in the summer time.
…A MOTHER-BEAR.
She will get in your face if you mess with her young. I remember in Florida when my High school Teachers was shifting me around in some of my classes. Mom got in the office right away with records and her personal “files” and was ready to get in their face if she needed to. Also, when she was picking me up from my mission, Chalonn said she never saw Mom drive so fast and defensive, “Get out of my way, I’m goin to get my Baby back!”
…A FRIEND.
My Mom was always so loving and kind to us. I remember coming home to her after school everyday. Either she was in the kitchen or reading on her bed. I loved relaying all the things that happened at school. She was always there to receive me after dates or parties. She made it a point to have individual time with us. I loved it when she took Chalonn and I to the model homes and boutiques. But the point where I feel like my Mom and I really became friends was when we moved to Florida. We seemed to connect like sisters or BFF’s more in those years than ever. Maybe I grew up a little and saw this amazing woman I had at my feet loving me at every moment. She surprised me and took me to the Nutcracker one day. She worked for me one time when I couldn’t earn 50 bucks to work as a caterer…how was that fair? She rubbed my back and tucked Chenae and I in every night (yes, we were teenagers that still needed our Mommy to tuck us in). She woke us up for seminary every morning (and sometime climbed in bed to sleep a few more minutes). She let Chenae and I hog the best seats in the suburban where we could sleep while the kids we picked up were scrunched in the uncomfy seats. She didn’t get too mad at me for leaving the chocolate ice cream out on the deep freezer once in the garage. She shared a spoonful of that ice cream with me almost every night after dinner. She let me cry when I got frustrated. We loved to garage sale together and check out the Swap meets.
…THE MOST LOVELY WOMAN IN THE WORLD!
I can’t stand it! I feel like I want to burst when I think about how tender and wonderful this woman is! I truly have a gem of a mother. I always wonder what it would be like to know her in high school or if we were the same age. Would we be friends? Would I get to know her as the close friend I know her to be now? I am so grateful it is the way it is now. She is my mom and I am her daughter. We get to be close friends as well as live with the cherished memories and bonds of a mother and daughter. What tender feelings I have for this lady!!
2 comments:
So true. So very true. Mom ROCKS!
Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all moms had been, and were, and ever would be,like unto Aunt Deena, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men.
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