Mumma,
You are on my mind every minute of every hour, every day. All these memories of us come flooding into my head. One of my favorite memories was when I was little, you took me by the hands, twirled me around in our dining area on Duck Ave. It was to the song, “ I Wanna Bop With You Baby” by Dan Seals. You would put your hands out so that I would grab yours. You taught me how to keep rhythm, sometimes by me standing on your feet so as to move mine with yours. I remember laughing the whole time you were spinning me. My favorite part was always when you dipped me at the end. The dancing never stopped between you and I. You were my best dancing partner all the way into adulthood and I will forever cherish those moments with you. You were one of the most forgiving mothers I know. I know life wasn’t always easy with me. I was far from a perfect child. Even when I was disrespectful or throwing a temper tantrum, you would discipline me, but you would always, always come into my room to talk to me about things. As angry as I was, I felt your love and sadness for what had happened. I carry that forgiveness on with my children now and I thank you for showing me that compassion. I always knew how talented you were in different aspects of life, but sadly, I’m only now realizing how much above par you really were. From all the Halloween costumes you would hand make for me and Stephen, to the special cakes you baked for our birthdays. Most people would see a yard of fabric and not know what to do with it. You? You would cut it, measure it, and sew it into a beautiful pageant dress, or my dress for 10th grade Homecoming. You tried to show me many times how to use a sewing machine, but I still can’t quite get the threading down. I owe many of my own talents to you. I can remember spending countless hours rehearsing my songs and dances for the talent portion of the pageant shows you put me in. You playing the part of the announcer while I walked out from around the hallway. I can still hear your voice, “And our next contestant is…...” I sing to this day because of you. I remember how when we went karaoking together I would always ask you, “What do you think I should I sing?” You would often say, “How about My Heart Will Go On?”, and I would roll my eyes and say, “Ugh, that song is so played out though, mom. I’ve sung it like 100 times.” I usually ended up singing something else, but I wish so badly now that I would have sung what you wanted to hear. So I will sing it for you the next time at the karaoke bar. I know you’ll be there.
