Monday's Memory of Mom

I think it's fitting to start the very first Monday's Memory of Mom with the first memory I have of her. I was in the hospital with hepatitis. I think I was 3...Maybe not quite 3 because I know that the nurses potty trained me. My mom said I was stubborn and refused to go for her on the potty chair. That would be true. I do have a bit of a stubborn streak. :-) The isolation room, that was to be my home while I recovered, was an ugly green. I call it bathroom green. The ugly green color that old gas station bathrooms are painted. I have often wondered why people would chose that color. Blech! I was standing in the crib, holding on to the cold, steel bars. I wonder if I was crying. I don't know...I do know that I could see my mom and dad waving at me through a tiny window in the grey door. The kind of window that has the chicken fence wire in the glass. She was waving and smiling...I wonder if she was crying. I don't know....I do know that I would have been crying if Haley had been the one in the crib and I was the one waving through the glass window. Waving and smiling with tears rolling down my face....

I think it's fitting to start the very first Monday's Memory of Mom with the first memory I have of her. I was in the hospital with hepatitis. I think I was 3...Maybe not quite 3 because I know that the nurses potty trained me. My mom said I was stubborn and refused to go for her on the potty chair. That would be true. I do have a bit of a stubborn streak. :-) The isolation room, that was to be my home while I recovered, was an ugly green. I call it bathroom green. The ugly green color that old gas station bathrooms are painted. I have often wondered why people would chose that color. Blech! I was standing in the crib, holding on to the cold, steel bars. I wonder if I was crying. I don't know...I do know that I could see my mom and dad waving at me through a tiny window in the grey door. The kind of window that has the chicken fence wire in the glass. She was waving and smiling...I wonder if she was crying. I don't know....I do know that I would have been crying if Haley had been the one in the crib and I was the one waving through the glass window. Waving and smiling with tears rolling down my face....