When I think of that time I only think of the great fun I was having. Mom and I lived in a little green house in Seguin where she helped me nail wood slats to the hackberry tree in the back yard so I could climb way up to the top of the tree. Or the time I thought I would be really helpful and use her lipstick and some popcicle sticks to label the vegetables in the garden. Or when I got one of those metal lawn chairs out of the garage to sit under the tree but always ended up getting folded up like a Peanuts character. She always rescued me.
But now, as an adult, I think about her and what she might have been feeling. I would imagine she was quite scared even though I never saw it. I would imagine she was struggling to make it all work even though all I experienced was her always being there to take me places and ride bikes. Sometimes I went to her college classes with her and there was always a learning project that took us to Grandma's to find certain kinds of leaves, rocks or an inspiration for science learning centers for elementary children.
After she finished college she taught kindergarten for 25 years and retired this past May. Thanks Mom for the amazing mothering that I never knew you did till I grew up...oh, and for the hair!
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