What’s Your Earliest Memories of Your Mother?

Today’s topic:

“What’s Your Earliest Memories of Your Mother?” is part of my sixth annual MEGA MAY celebration of mothers and daughters.

Mother with ill child

Not all of us have been mothers

but all of us have been daughters.  My mother passed away in 2007 but a mother is someone that never really leaves your life IMHO. And I’ve always believed that the mother-daughter relationship is the most complex and complicated of human relationships.

My earliest memory of my mother

takes place in a kind of golden afternoon setting. I’m lying on my stomach on my parent’s bed. I’m only wearing panties. The window by my head is open and I feel the warm breeze. But my back itches terribly. My mother is sitting beside me and stroking my back with something soft and talking to me.

That’s it. Just a glimpse of time.

From telling this to my mother years after, I know that it is a snapshot of my having chicken pox when I was four years old. All diseases are unpredictable and my chicken pox chose to appear only on my back.

Emotionally I remember the tenderness of my mother talking softly to me and gently stroking my back that itched so terribly. A sweet memory.

So What’s Your Earliest Memory of Your Mother? Please share. I will be giving away a copy of

to one commenter. So leave a comment to be entered into the drawing. I’m really interested in your memories and how the memories make you feel Let’s Remember, Mama.–Lyn

PS-Heidi won my copy of Beth White’s THE PELICAN BRIDE. CONGRATS!

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5 Responses to What’s Your Earliest Memories of Your Mother?

  1. Irene Brand says:

    We lived in the country – and “country” when I was a child is a LOT diferent from country today. My Dad, at one time, owned a Model T Ford; however, most of our traveling was on foot. We lived about 3 miles from the church, and often, my mother, a neighbor her age, and lots of “kids” plodded through the snow, mud, good weather and bad to attend church. Although it’s gone through many revisions since then, the central part of our church is the one-room building where I went as a child. My father didn’t attend church, so I owe much of my Christian training to my mother.

  2. amyc says:

    I have many early memories of my mother. Her telling to put my cloth diaper in the diaper pail. I can remember how my room was set up as a baby. I still remember her lovingly putting me in my crib.
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  3. Sunnie says:

    I am afraid mine is a bit silly, but none the less true. We immigrated when I was 3 from Germany. I picked up the language quickly, my mom not so much because she was home all day and I was out playing with other kids in my neighborhood. I remember coming in from playing and having learned the word “Potty”. I came running in and said to my mom that I had to go “potty” right now. My mom, understood that I wanted to go to a party and said I couldn’t go…I was flabbergasted! Why not???? I still remember it to this day and we both laugh about it!

  4. Danie says:

    The earliest that I remember about my mom was when she brought me home and was feeding me and teaching me how to suck, because I didn’t know how too. I was adopted at a very young age so I really don’t know
    Anything else about my mom. Only that she was praying for me and that she was so happy to my mom.

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