Daily Prompt: Dear Mom

Today’s prompt from The Daily Post, asks me to write a letter to my mother telling her something I’ve always wanted to say, but wasn’t able to.


Dear Mom,

My best memories of our time together are from when I was little.  You seemed so happy and carefree  then.  Little vignettes from those early days will come to me now and again, and I wish that I could tell you how much I loved our shared time together. 

If you were here now I would tell you I loved you for making me finger puppets.  I remember sitting in the little kitchen, watching in wonder as you penciled lovely ladies on cardboard.  When finished, you would carefully cut them out, adding finger holes for the legs.  Then placing the beauties on our hands they would come to life as we sang and danced them about the surface of the table.

I loved sitting next to you as you *read  the Sunday funnies to me.  That time together  fostered my life long love of reading, and remains a valuable and cherished gift.

I remember your anger at Christmas, when you gave me money to buy presents for the boys,  and I spent it on a Barbie for me.  You never forgave me in words, but the detail put into the wardrobe you created for that ill gained doll spoke volumes.  How many nights did you stay up late to create an azure silk gown with a real mink stole, and the other delights to adorn my doll?  Your forgiveness was surely evident in the many hand sewn details you added to each outfit. 

Each memory of  your sharing, of your creative ways with me,  echos…”I loved you.”   Did you know how much it meant to me then,  what it means to me as an adult?  Did I ever say how much I cared? 

I wish I could tell you now.



*It would be many years later that I would discover that my mother was illiterate.  It was a poignant surprise, which I have shared HERE


20 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Dear Mom

    • pixilated2 says:

      There seem to be a lot of letters to be written in their prompts this month. If letter writing “has become a lost art” then maybe this will be the tonic that brings it back from the brink. Thank you for your support in my journey, Tom.

  1. shoreacres says:

    So, you had finger puppets, too. It’s amazing how those memories stay, isn’t it? Of course, I think all of us understand your phrase, “talented and complicated”. Some of us find it resonates a good bit. But they forgave us, and we forgave them – at least for the most part!

    I’d give anything to have another day with my mom, and she hasn’t even been gone that long. The hardest lesson to learn, especially around the holidays, is that re-creating the atmosphere won’t bring the people back. Better we remember them with affection, and live in the world we’ve been given. (Or so I think.)

    • pixilated2 says:

      Since all the parents left the scene, and because we never had kids, the “Holiday” aspect of Christmas has dulled. Remembering the reason for the season of course, but sadly the frivolity seems to have lost its allure. So yes, I have to agree, Linda.

  2. littlesundog says:

    What a beautiful post, Lynda. I call my mom often to thank her for something she did or something she taught me… just to let her know I appreciate all that she did for us kids. I too (and two of my sisters), had handmade Barbie clothes… I cannot imagine how her fingers must have flown on the sewing machine that year at Christmas since we all got Barbie dolls!

  3. pattisj says:

    This is such a touching letter to your mom, so much love, on both sides.
    I’m catching up on all I missed with the holiday busyness.

    • Lynda says:

      Patti, this one, in contrast the the 100WFGU, was really easy to write… though I would have preferred to have told her my feelings and thoughts.

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