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