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Mothering Memories


I’ve been having flashbacks lately of some of my treasured mothering moments. I am so grateful to have been a full time mom, so happy to have made a conscious decision to give up my fancy job and immerse myself in the wild and mysterious life of a mom. When my three kids were young we spent a lot of time in bed, not only at night in our family bed but during the day, reading, talking, laughing, eating. My kids used to love to have me crawl onto the bed with them during the day with a few apples, a sharp knife and a stack of books. We’d all cuddle together in a mound while I read and cut slices of apple for each of them in turn. They used to beg me to do this. I think in retrospect a big part of the fun was bringing a sharp knife to bed!

For years we had gnomes living in our back yard. My oldest son has always had a very rich fantasy life, in fact he still does. I even think it is the center of what makes him tick and function now as a full grown adult. Anyway, we got lucky because a nice little clan of gnomes took over our yard and for a long, long time they left us regular signs of their activities: teeny, tiny letters of their adventures that we’d sometimes have to use a magnifying glass to read, little sailboats they’d built to navigate our pool, tiny tools and handbuilt furniture, they even built a little house at the base of a tree. We never did see them but we sure knew they were there and they were a rich part of our lives for sure.

One other very fond memory I recall at this time of year was our regular campfire breakfasts. We built a campfire pit with tree stumps all around and used this for years. Our hands down favorite meal on the campfire was blueberry pancakes with butter and real maple syrup. You just can’t believe how much better a pancake can taste when prepared over an open fire. It doesn’t make any sense that this would be true but it is, I swear it.

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Ooh! I love this! My children are 7 and almost 9 so we’re deep in our memory-making years. In fact, we just now finished up reading Harry Potter aloud together before the kids settled in for bed. We’ve been doing this for a very long time and are on the fifth book of the series. I swear we’ve been reading this same book forever. It has 870 pages! No matter. We’re not in any hurry. For us, it feels like the characters are members of our family and family friends. We talk about them during the day and analyze different aspects of the story. Often, the kids will even speculate on aspects of the characters’ lives that we don’t experience through the words of the books. We will also often read the same books on our own. Because the characters become so real for the children, my husband and I don’t want to miss out on references and discussions. My son is an avid reader and recently read the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan. My daughter listened to it on her iPod and my husband and I are trailing behind reading the series ourselves. While traveling this summer, we were all so excited to see the exact replica of the Parthenon and statue of Athena in Nashville, TN. It was so cool for all of us to be giddy over the bust and statue replicas and make connections between the books and Greek Mythology.

In our family, we love mustaches. We share a fascination for them – an appreciation of the different shapes, styles, and colors of mustaches. There’s definitely a lot of mustache-related humor involved in our everyday lives. We decided, though, that we had to come up with a code word so as not to completely embarrass mustache-wearers as we pass. “Look! A mustache!” was embarrassing for everyone. My husband and I threw out several ideas for covert names. The children vetoed them all and went with “banana.” Yes, that makes it even funnier. We even have a sticker on the RV (we live and travel in an RV) that has a curled mustache and says, “This Is What Awesome Looks Like.” I feel like this is a commentary on our connection with each other. We have inside jokes- lots of them.

Fantasy is a major player in our household as well. We’d built fairy houses at the base of every tree, rock, and bush in our suburban home. The fairies would often come to visit the dwellings and would leave evidence of utilizing the ample facilities provided by the children. We’ve also built them on the sides of hiking trails as we travel or out of cardboard boxes with scraps of fabric, shells, and other random finds. When the fairies leave thank-you notes, they are written in tiny gravel or sticks or mulch. Often the only thing left behind is a dusting of glittery fairy dust.

Speaking of fairies, we have a tooth fairy who is, well, a little off. She is sometimes a day or two behind our travel but the children wait patiently for her as they understand it can be difficult to keep up with our adventures. When she leaves the money or trinket, she always leaves a note. I think the kids are more anxious to get the notes than anything else. Our tooth fairy is a phonetic speller. And her letters never go in a straight line. The kids love decoding her messages and keep them safely tucked away with their treasures.


I am all warm and fuzzy now from all this tender mother child connection. Let’s share more in future blogs… and for those of you out there who have read this, how about sharing your favorite mothering memories with us?

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6 Comments Post a comment
  1. Jaen Zacropia #

    @ Sarah…sounds like your eccentric, phonetic spelling tooth fairy is still with you (or her daughter!), now tending Elijah and Sadie! Does she tell what she does with their teeth?

    November 6, 2011
    • Hi Mom (Jaen)!
      Yes, it may be the same fairy or a shared fairy trait to the one that visited me as a child! She WAS using their teeth to build fairy castles and would tell the kids which area in which the tooth would be used. Lately, the kids have written and asked her to leave the teeth with them so she’s out of luck. 🙂

      November 6, 2011
  2. nadja #

    A sweet moment for me was sitting here reading on my phone about gnomes, fairies and campfire pancakes while nursing my 10 month old to sleep, and feeling deeply connected ❤

    November 6, 2011
  3. mbh #

    Oh my. I remember…

    – When my husband and I started dating, opening up his sofa bed in the living room and we’d all (him, his son, me, my son) all crawl in together, eat popcorn, and watch movies together.
    – Spraying bottled CoolWhip into each other’s mouths.
    – Watching the perpetual dinosaur parade on the side of the bathtub.
    – Listening to my stepson’s nighttime lullaby music for hours!
    – Hiding Easter eggs up in the tree because that is where my son lived most of the time.
    – Being told that we were known in the neighborhood as “The house with the barking boy.”
    – Setting up the tent in the back yard. My husband and I slept in the tent while my son slept in the second-story of the fort.
    – My son’s early words, “hockature” for helicopter and “Sloshlock” for washcloth.
    – My son singing before he talked.

    November 7, 2011
  4. Yes, Nadja! I loved nursing my babes to sleep. It always felt so right. So tender and precious. Savor that.

    November 7, 2011
  5. @mbh- Your house sounds FUN! Sleeping up in a fort was always a desire of mine. How old are your kids now? I would love to hear some of the fond memories of the kids and see if they match!

    My son was infatuated with ‘huddaddahs’ – aka helicopters. I can still hear him saying it.

    November 7, 2011

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