Day 90

I was rearranging my room this weekend in preparation for my new bed. I came across many things, but I found three framed pictures stuck way in the back of my closet and wondered what they were before I turned them over. They contained pictures of me when I was very young. One was the hospital picture of me as a newborn; another was of me walking around Grandma’s backyard with a blue and white dress on, along with a black hat. The last picture was one that had a prominent place in my mom’s bedroom for many years. I must be about two or three and it was taken at my aunt’s house. I’m dressed in a blue floral jumper and I have on a straw hat with a large red ribbon around it. Each picture frame showed the usual wear and tear and I could tell they were bought in the early 1990s.

When I opened the back of one, I saw where Mom had folded the picture over so that it would fit. That just kind of stopped me in my tracks and I must have stared at it for a few minutes. I don’t know how to describe it well, but it was like seeing a tiny reminder of how much my mom must have loved me. She wanted to make sure that the picture fit so she could set it on her dresser. It’s making me tear up just thinking about it. It also reminded me of when I discovered that my mom carried a small wallet-sized album filled with pictures of me. I was just so surprised that she had it in her purse because she didn’t seem to be so sentimental in that kind of public way. Does any of that make sense?

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