Mom encouraged me to take her shopping so we could find feminine and elegant apparel. "A woman needs to keep herself stunning," she said. "Mom, you do realize how many children I have, correct?" No excuses, darling - was her simple reply.
I always want to giggle when I see the women standing outside Macy's waiting to spray you with the newest scent formulated by a celebrity that costs $100.00. I'm not sure why I want to giggle, but I compose myself as I get sprayed with something sweet and giddy.
I felt like a kid again as we browsed the store and for a split second I regress. I want to hide between the racks of clothing like I use to when I was 7 years old shopping with a younger mother.
It use to frazzle her so, but I loved small, confined spaces. I would stay hidden and watch the elegant ladies pass by in their high heel shoes secretly wanting to be just like them.
Raw emotions flooded my heart as I spent the day with my mother. Memories coming and going spontaneously; continually. A post cannot completely express what I felt, but somehow she always manages to give me a sense that all is well and life is good.
Tears flowed as I had to say goodbye and I don't know when or if I'll see her again, but it was good to be a child again - even if it was only in my thoughts.
It was my gift; an unexpected tribute.