Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Mother's Eyes

I look at her and remember...
 - the day she got a concussion because she was learning to walk and the dog ran over her
 - the night she wore her shiny red shoes to bed because she loved them so much
 - the day she learned where babies come from because she was curious
 - the Christmas she saw all the presents (unwrapped) because she was being helpful
 - the afternoon she got shin guards for soccer because I made her play
 - the day she decided she would never have children because it would just be too painful
 - the night she did the Irish step dance because it was the last recital her grandfather would attend
 - the day she gave me a rock for Mother's Day because I love rocks
 - the day she sang at graduation because she wanted to surprise us
 - the day she showed us the ultrasound because she was having a baby
I look at her and see...
 - what my mother saw.

4 comments:

  1. Oh this is beautiful Donna. Well crafted. I love the short snippets of an entire moment. The progression of her life through the memories that mattered the most. I will add this to my list of writing I want to try.

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  2. It's lovely, & interesting the parts you included, what you remember. They seem to be a link of times through life too-like loss of a parent/grandparent, graduation, etc. You've painted a picture that keeps circling, or cycling.

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  3. Really nice writing. Don't we always see these things when we look at our children? Love your ending, powerful.

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  4. That was so touching! I actually have misty eyes. Thank you for sharing this today.

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