What can one mom even do to make a difference?
We moms need to know this.
Starting a short series here, today, about all the huge little things moms do. It’s not a contest, but let’s all tell about our memories of those little things that mean so much, that only moms know how to do best. ❤So here’s mine, for today: I was tiny, but I remember the dress so vividly. My mom was shocked I ever remembered it because she said I was only two years at the time. I do remember it, though. It was my favorite dress. Why I loved it so, I am not sure. It was brown plaid, which I like a lot, to this day. It had ruffly lace and puffy sleeves. I don’t know, really, what it was.
But I loved it.
This was back in the days before perma-press, back when little girls always wore dresses, even at play. Always.
And froze our little bare legs off in winter, in case you wondered.
Anyway, I loved me a dress.
Then one day the horrible happened. I spilled my milk on my favorite dress. I was devastated. I could not begin to understand much of anything, yet, but I knew I did not like the way my favorite dress looked, now. So I did what any red-blooded American two-year-old would do.
My mom couldn’t understand, and asked me what was wrong. When I told her about the spill, I remember what she did.
She got down, sort of sitting on her heels, at face-to-face level with me, and told me it was okay, that she could wash the dress and it would be fine again.
And share with us your story: What did you mess up, in your childhood, that your mom knew how to fix? Aren’t moms great!