Many, if not most, of my childhood memories involve time spent with my mom. As a young girl growing up, my mother was a stay-at-home, Avon selling, mom who spent huge chunks of quality time with me. I truly do not remember Mom having a job “outside the home” until I was twelve. And although I attended public school, my mother was always involved in educating me – to the point that she probably would have qualified as a homeschooling parent!
Today’s childhood memory revolves around an e-bay purchase I recently made – and just received in the mail yesterday. Raise your hand if you remember these:
The minute I saw them, I knew I must bid on them – in hopes of winning them all for my very own. When they arrived yesterday, I was surprised to see this:
These SnaPics have never, and I mean NEVER, been used. When comparing them to what I have left of the SnaPics Mom and I played with, it was like scoring 50 yd. line tickets to the Super Bowl!
So, with the surprise of this information digested, my head went on to the next thing – tears! Now THAT was a surprise to me! Mom passed away two and one half months ago, and I have not spontaneously burst into tears yet – well, until yesterday. For some reason SnaPics were the catalyst – coupled, more than likely, with the approaching of Mother’s Day; my first without Mom. So I wept. Not for hours, not morosely, just from the heart – with vivid memories of Mom and me lovingly taking apart the new SnaPics she had bought,and building each and every one of the designs illustrated , and a slew of other things! It startled me at first because I am, after all, a control freak, and I was not in control of this. Then I realized it was tears of comfort, not pain, that I was crying. I was not hurting from her absence in my life, I was rejoicing at her presence in my life.
Then this morning I realized something else – not so startling, but still comforting. I realized that I could put these SnaPics away until the day my family has to go through my things – which would keep them the pristine find that they are – or I could put them away for a few years and bring them out when the oldest granddaughter can appreciate them. And I can build some memories for her, and her sister and cousin down the road.
I’m opting for the memories. I’m just saying…