Not Too Shabby
Registered: August 2009
Bella by Shabby Princess
Blossom by Shabby Princess
Gabby by Shabby Princess
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I love looking at old photos of my mama. I guess Iím no different than lots of other folks ... I think my mama was gorgeous. The photo of her in a fishing hat holding a fishing pole is elegant yet shows so much personality. Mama was shy, but she certainly had a fun sense of humor. I am pretty sure that these photos were taken by her brother, my uncle Tommy. They were only thirteen months apart in age, so they behaved like twins. They spent a lot of time together too. Mama married my father when she was seventeen years old, and I was born a couple of months after their first anniversary. We often struggled in our relationship. Looking back, I know there were tons of issues that were directly related to her being such a young wife and mother. Once or twice she reflected back on things and shared that she felt resentment about not being able to have fun ... like she gave up part of her childhood too soon. One of the examples she gave was a day that she spent with Tommy and my dad at the beach. Tommy and dad were out playing in the waves, and she was left on the beach to watch me ... only about a month or two of age at the time. She finally got frustrated that she wasnít out there, too. She decided to head out into the water with them with me in tow. A wave caught her on the way out and knocked us under. She was scared to death but was able to keep a grip on me. When she stood back up out of the water a bunch of folks on the beach were headed out to help her ... they saw the young girl with the baby get knocked down. She was embarrassed! I loved that we got close enough to share these stories. We became very close ... she was my friend. I called her every day. When she confided in me that she was not feeling well and asked if Iíd go with her to the doctor, I was more than willing. It was a difficult time, but I was glad to be there for her. I watched as she lost weight ... down to less than the weight she was in these photos. Iím sad that sheís no longer here for me to talk to about things. During difficult times, though, I know in my heart what she would have to say. Thatís a comfort to me ... the knowing. Heaven becomes an even more blissful place ... something to look forward to ... because so many special people to me are already there. The time Mama and I shared a healed relationship is a blessing to me, but it was far too short. Heavenís promise is a continuation of that relationship in a perfect way ... smile ...