Mommy’s Memory Box
I’m an only child.
And maybe that’s the reason that as a child I was obsessed with my Momma’s stories about her adventures {and mis-adventures} with her brother and sister.
From the time they dared each other to jump off the roof so they could feel the “zi-zee’s” in their feet, to the time they convinced the neighbor girl to lick the melted Popsicle in the freezer until her tongue got stuck–these were stories I made my mom and aunt tell me over and over.
And then I remember sifting through the pages of my Mom’s high school yearbooks and photo albums time and time again. I had those pages memorized.
The page where she was pictured in her cheer leading uniform.
The one where she was all dressed up for prom with her high school sweetheart.
The one with her Charlie’s Angels hair do.
And the one where she was riding the dirt bike in her ripped jeans.
I stared at these photos and imagined her life before being my momma.
My mom’s memories have always been special to me.
And on this last Christmas she had those memories in mind when she gave me my favorite Christmas gift ever.
She hand painted and distressed my very own
Mommy’s Special Memories Box–so that I could start to collect my important memories for Baby W.
She even filled the box with some of my memories that she had been collecting over the years {and I have since added a few items myself}:
Here’s a closer look at some of my memories:
A. My most favorite picture of my momma and me {gotta love her 80’s hairdo}
B. My hubby’s plaque from his mission to Chile
C. My key chain to my very first car {Jetta}
D. My Letterman from high school soccer
E. My hospital wrist band from delivering Baby W
F. A picture of my Momma preggo with me
G. A picture of my high school BF who unexpectedly passed away after we graduated
H. My sonogram when we found out we were having a boy
I. Baby W’s belly button {yes, I saved it}
Each of these items tells a story about a milestone, meltdown or memory that have made me the ME I am today–the memories that have made me the momma, wife, daughter and friend I am today.
So thank you to my Momma.
Thank you for teaching me the value of memories.
Thank you for taking the time to teach me about where I came from.
Thank you for being such a special part of the ME I am today.
And I love you.
I will be linking up my Momma’s idea at these fab blog parties!
