forgetfulness

As I write that title I realize that I have even forgot how to spell that word properly!

So it has taken several days for me to finally admit that I really did forget my blog account password, and I had to email for a reminder. How sad is that?

I forget far too much, and I would like to forget that another birthday is quickly approaching, but I dont see that happening anytime soon.

So in the hustle and bustle of forgetfulness, I have found things that I DO remember:

I remember when my mother added food coloring to her canned pears once. She used yellow, red, green, and blue.......all in seperate batches of course. Two years later, after she died, the blue ones were still there, no one found thoe very appealing!

I remember the last New Years Eve my mother was alive. She must have known that it would be her last. She pushed to come home from the hospital, and had a portable bed put in the living room, and we stayed up and celebrated together. Having just turned 11 that month, I had no idea what was really going on. Today I can only image the heart ache she was going through knowing that this would be the last hear she would celebrate with her children.

I remember being so anxious to see my babies, the time seemed like it would never come! And I only carried both of them for 8 months instead of 9. I loved being pregnant, I loved the excitement of it all. How I long for that kind of joy again.

What will my children remember? Thats a sobering thought right now. I need to give them more memories of happiness, love, joy, .......