Trying to remember my FIRST memory of my mom brought back MANY memories of her. It's difficult to know if I actually remember this, or if I just remember the story being told over and over and over again.
Regardless, being a mother myself, I can imagine how she must have felt the day that this happened. I can almost feel her arms around me, trembling as she held me close.
The first house we lived in was west of Antlers, Oklahoma, on the highway to Darwin . . . which also leads to Atoka.
That house was just up the hill on the opposite side of that highway where my paternal grandparents lived . . . Mam-ma and Papa Smith.
I'm not sure how old I was, but I was still riding a tricycle.
Evidently, Mom let me out of her sight for a few minutes, so I headed out on my tricycle . . . down the middle of the highway. This was a well traveled road, and even though it was in the country, the speed liimit was probably 55 mph.
Once she realized I wasn't at the house, panic set in.
Of course, I don't remember any of these details.
The first car that came along was being driven by a lady who knew our family, and she was probably pretty surprised to see a toddler booking it down the hill in the middle of the highway on a red tricycle. Thank goodness she saw me in time and was able to stop.
By that time, Mom had spotted me and was running as fast as she could down the highway. I would imagine she was doing the 55 mph speed limit, on foot. Probably, barefoot.
This is the part I think I remember:
She lifted me off that tricycle, held me so close to her chest, and asked, "Sweetheart, what are you doing ?"
"Me just going to Mam-ma and Papa's house."
I have sooooooo many wonderful memories of my mom and think of her every day.
She was a Master Teacher and loved being in the classroom. She was my first teacher at a two-room country school north of Antlers, Oklahoma, called Kellond. We lived on the "teacherage." (If you don't know what a teacherage is, think parsonage.) She was a talented seamtress and made all my clothes. At the time, I wanted "bought" clothes, but now realize I had my very own "haute coutre" closet. She even designed and made my wedding dress. She was also a great cook. She made a mean peanut butter and banana sandwich.
Mom was probably the best Grandmother ever. Her two granddaughters were treated to about anything they ever wanted...like warm brownies twenty-four hours a day. But mainly they were treated to warm, unconditional love twenty-four hours a day.
When I lost her, there were no words left unsaid. She knew she was loved. I knew I was loved.
When I see the sun's rays or the stars twinkle at night, it reminds me of her beautiful smile.
If you are lucky enough to still have your mom, make sure you tell her you love her today, because E.V.E.R.Y. day is Mother's Day.
This was our first house and a photo of Mom in the spring before she had me in June.