Me mum and I spent Labor Day together. I was her personal shopper. I am really really good at being a personal shopper. Because I get to be quick and decisive and bossy. (Not my friend Bossy. Because, as you know, there is only one, magnificent Bossy.)
But I am Lesser Bossy, which works well when convincing your mother she is not too old to pull off a black, one-button, Audrey-esque shrug sweater thingie. (It looks great on her.)
Here’s us, many, many moons ago. I remember that room (painted blue, because they had convinced themselves, inexplicably, that I was going to be a boy, Matt Mattern, the football star). I remember the warmth of my mama’s soft lap, the white rocker, the omnipresent crocheted afghans made by my mom’s mom. I remember the simplicity of that life—the simplicity of not knowing, and not needing to know, any more than I did. Bright plastic butterflies and crocheted afghans and my mama’s lap were all that mattered.
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I remember that time too, when life was simple, much less complicated.
Thank you, thank you for posting this photo which was always one of my favorites. I still “hold you on my lap” baby girl – every day – in my prayers and in my thoughts.
Love, Mum (who loves her new sweater thingie)
Awwww, you made me cry! At work!
Thanks.
She totally needs to get those glasses back out.
Glad you got to play Bossy and hang out with your fabulous mum. {What a great shot – love the glasses.}
Swoon – Bossy would love to step back to that time for a day or two. Siiiiiiiiiiigh. But then she might have to race back to the present and her Ralph Lauren color charts.
I love looking at pictures from the past.
Thanks for sharing.
oh, oh, oh! the jenn-ness of you!
I have no good mother-daughter memories, at least not the kind you talk about, which of course might explain A LOT… … and more, so enough said. Anyway, I would just love for my daughter to think of me as you do of your mum, and I might just get there. That makes me feel good.
On the Gigantoni bit: I was recently torn off from the large fold of dough, and am currently collecting dust and flour on my own, confused as to how to get back in shape. No exclamation marks for me yet. But all is well, as long as I’m still dough. (And I’m starting to feel the Chef might not be so lazy after all. He’s taken an interest in me, it seems, and might turn me into something good, sugarcoated and all)
That was not fair. Your mom’s comment is making me cry. I saved a card that had a passage I just loved about a little girl who grows up and may not remember the first time her mother held her in her arms and how even before she was born her mother dreamed big dreams for her. Well, I don’t do it justice, but it makes me cry every time I read it. I have two girls of my own. Anyway, very touching sentiments!
So, did they give up on the Matt Mattern dream?
Or are you saving your hunky, brilliant, athletic brother for my birthday present?
And the afghan? Yep, have a few of them, that are now passed onto the A’s…they SO never go out of style.
Seriously LOVING those glasses Mater…….
This picture is fun b/c we can really see the resemblance between you and your girlies…..sweet!
I am still laughing at the crap jerky….we talked about you at my friend Melissa’s daughters second birthday party over the weekend, were your ears ringing?
xoxo
So sweet. Those were the days indeed…
great post– and sweet photo…
I wish we could realize how uncomplicated things are when we’re actually living them . . .
But Matt Mattern does sound very footballsy! And nothing, but nothing says “home” like a crocheted afghan
Your Mum’s comment is so sweet!! And how adorable are both of you in the picture!! Everybody, all together now – “AWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
It’s why (I am not sure what “it” actually is) I let my girls crawl into bed with us and watch TV (if it is a decent hour of course), it’s what I remember doing as a little girl. Ah the simplicity of TV.. I mean childhood
My mum and dad are coming to visit today! So this posting made me cry a little.
BTW, did you all notice that I’m holding Jenn in the middle of my lap and not in my right or left arm? I never realized that my glasses would be so retro and in fashion now. Should have kept them!
aww! look at you and your Goody barette!
That’s so sweet! I love spending time with my mom too… Wouldn’t it be fun to be paid to be a personal shopper?? What a great gig!
Awwwww…
(((((Mum #2)))))) (((((Sis)))))
That is a lovely post. And an adorable picture too. Makes me want to flip through my crusty old photo albums. Looks like we might be about the same age.
Oh, wow, your mom’s spex are suh-weet.
why does everyone’s mom look like my mom in retro photos?
i am your ghost oooooooooooooooooooooo!