Memories

There are random times when memories of my mom creep into my daily life.

More than once, while singing a hymn in church, all of a sudden I can picture her next to me singing her little heart out to certain hymns. The thing with my mom and hymns was that by the way she sang a hymn, you knew whatever she was singing about she believed in. Like, she was firmly bearing her testimony through song. Does that make sense? I love it.

There is also a children's song at church that whenever I hear, I can't help but get choked up. It starts with, "I see my mother kneeling, with her family each day." I totally did see that, and can still picture it. It totally chokes me up. It is such a sweet song.

The best is yesterday, I pulled out a pair of socks to put on, and they were my moms. I must have needed a pair to wear when I was visiting my dad and stole some from mom's drawers, and then ended up bringing them home.

So, my mom had a lot of socks. She would keep socks FOREVER. After she died, I found she had kept a pair of socks I had worn in my volleyball games in high school, and still worn them! (They were obviously good socks - also Asics) Anyway. Well, I can still picture my mom wearing certain things; like back in the day, she wore capri's (before, during, and after they were a trend a long time ago), socks, and running shoes. So hot. Sometimes they were thin, colored socks, and sometimes they were those big slouch socks - either way it was funny.

So, as I put on her socks yesterday, and I laughed to myself thinking about my mom and her socks. Then, I laughed some more when after I had been wearing them for a little while I realized there were holes in the sock on my left foot.

Classic.

Last night, those socks were put to rest in the trash can.

My mom would have sewn up the holes.

I want to be like my mother - but I don't think that is something I'll be carrying on...