I remember waking every morning to mom’s ear-piercing verbal rendition of “Reveille” (the military’s morning bugle call) while she sprung the window shades open. "Rise & Shine" she'd say!
I remember toast for breakfast – the cinnamon or cheese variety, of course.
I remember Bible stories she read every night before scratching my back, tucking me into bed, and reminding me to say my prayers.
I remember, regardless of weather or time restraints, posing for annual Easter pictures. (Weren't the 80's just the greatest decade for hair?)
I remember hot chocolate on snow days - the kind you cook on the stove with real milk.
I remember mom always pretending to be fooled when I faked sick so I could stay home from school.
I remember her reading the “Little House on the Prairie” books aloud so many times I could quote them.
In my head I can still vividly hear the words she yelled each and every morning as I left for school, “Have a good day and DON’T KISS ANY BOYS!!!!!”
I remember playing games together in the afternoons – but ONLY after homework was finished.
I remember mom’s groans through countless reruns of Gilligan’s Island. (In retrospect, the groans were warranted.)
I remember her being my Girl Scout troop leader, room mother, band booster, Sunday School teacher.
I sing "Rise & Shine" to my children in the mornings. I have read the "Little House" books aloud to my kids at least 4 times. I make my kids pose for Easter pictures. And, although I opt for the Swiss Miss microwavable hot chocolate, I have, for all practical purposes, become my mother. She shaped who I am. When I hear myself speak or see my reflection, there is no doubt I belong to her.
I love you, MOM! Happy Mother's Day!