Making Memories Monday about My Mom
I intended to vlog today, but due to circumstances beyond my control (as in I’m running late for work) that isn’t going to happen. So instead I’m going to do a Making Memories Monday post and I’m excited about that (or as excited as I can be early on a Monday morning!) Anyway, next month is Mother’s Day and since it isn’t far away my memories today (and for the next couple of weeks) will be about my mother.
Shirley Layne DeMumbrum Bell was born in a little white farm house in the small town of Edmonton, Kentucky. She was the second child of Layne and Nettie. She would be there only daughter and grew up to be some what of a tomboy and a Daddy’s girl. One of my favorite pictures of her is when she is about twelve years old. Her hair is in two long pigtails and she’s riding her bike, followed by her brothers and some neighbor boys. She looks like the Leader of the Pack on bicycles!
She wore dresses made out of feed sacks when she was little and grew up working on the farm. Her childhood was cut short when she married my dad at the ripe old age of sixteen. He was twenty six and home from the Air Force. They attended church together and the night they married they actually eloped and drove across the state line to tie the knot. I was born a year later and was described by many as resembling Elvis Presley because I had such a mop of unruly black hair.
My earliest memories of my mother involved my baby brother, Robert. I wanted to help her with him and looking back now I realize I wasn’t much of a help. Having two children before you are twenty years old could not have been easy but years later the seventeen year age difference between us seemed to disappear and she became my best friend.
I have so many great memories of her that it’s hard to choose just one to share with you today. Some of my best memories of her are of watching her become a grandmother. She absolutely loved my children beyond measure. She spoiled them with trips to Walmart and Happy Meals. She took my daughter to the beauty shop with her and paid for her to get a manicure (Rachel was only four at the time). If my children were sick she went to the doctor with me or kept the others. She helped plan birthday parties and had enough pictures of them in her purse to plaster the walls of her house.
Unfortunately she never got to meet our twins or any of my brother’s children. When she was only 50 she was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer. She insisted on taking us to Disney World the spring before she died. She was so thin and frail I don’t know how she did it but somehow she managed to get out of her wheel chair and go through the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. She enjoyed the trip and being with us and her grandchildren even though she was in terrible pain. That was in May, by the first of July she was much worse and on July 26th she went home to heaven.
It seems almost impossible that it’s been twenty years, but it has. Yet she’s always with me in my memories and I carry her love with in my heart.
A mother’s love lasts a life time and even though I miss her and always will, she’s still a large part of who I am.
This post is dedicated to her and to all the moms out there who love beyond measure! God bless you!