Hidden Treasures

It doesn't look like much but this little box brought a lot of joy the day it arrived in the mail. My wonderful Grandma found it amongst all her recipes and sent it to me a few weeks ago. It belonged to my sweet momma. It is stuffed full of all her favorite recipes. I felt like I got a little peak into my mom's life as I read through each recipe card. I had originally inquired about my mom's cooking because the theme for the recipe club I attended was "Childhood Favorites". Sadly I couldn't remember much more than the chocolate chip cookies and apple turnovers my mom would make for afterschool snacks. And I am prett sure the turnovers were just the Pillsbury kind. I am sure we were fed many wonderful things but for some reason I don't have many memories of my life prior to age 8. After asking my grandma if she remembered any foods my mom made she dug this recipe box up and sent it to me. I had to laugh when I pulled out the section for salads because it was full of Jell-o salad recipes. I honestly didn't know you could put so many twists on Jell-o. I also found it interesting that some of the recipes called for MSG. I honestly don't know what that seasoning is I just know that all the Chinese restraunts have "NO MSG" painted on their windows.

For those of you who don't know, my mom died almost 19 years ago. Somedays I can't believe it has been that long. As time has passed it isn't painful to think about her. Rather I love remembering her any way I can. I still see her through the eyes of a 7 year old. Which means I place her on a pedistal. A few memories I do have of her are being a room mother at school. I remember her making "units" for me. Not sure if any of you remember the day of "units". Lets just say it is a good thing that fad did not last. I remember her doing my hair and me screaming that it hurt me. I remember singing Madona songs with her in the car. She could do no wrong. I am sure she had her weaknesses but not very many people remember any of them. Because of this I sometimes feel like I will never be as good a mom as she was. The more I learn about her the more I realize she was a very simple women. I wish I had more of her attributes. Whether or not she was perfect she will always be someone I will look to as I learn my role as mom.


About a month after Cambri was born it dawned on me that my mom would have been about the same age as I am right now when she had me. I was home alone with Cambri and I just started crying. I can't even imagine only have 7 short years with my baby girl. I can't help but think that my mom left this world kicking and screaming-because I know I would.


I sit here smiling as I think about her. If you are still reading this entry I want to say thank you for allowing me to reminisce. Hopefully it will get you thinking about your wonderful mom.