Let Sweet Memories Warm Your Heart

by dena on January 30, 2013

I miss my mother. She has been gone twelve years this past Thanksgiving day. I know I will always miss her, just as I know our love for each other will always connect us. Death does not change love; love is still here.

Among the many memories I hold dear is a simple nap ritual she created for my little sister and me. I can first place this memory as young as four and a half because of where we moved in 1954. My mother would have been 33 and my sister two.

Mommy, as she was then called, led us into out little girls’ bedroom each afternoon. We stretched out on our backs on our double bed and she sat between us – so she could nap after we fell asleep. The way she helped us relax into slumber was to ever so gently touch our faces with the tips of her fingers, stroking our foreheads and cheeks. Often, one or both of us would request, “Smooth me, Mommy, smooth me.” Many years later, she explained she probably said she was soothing us, and we called it smoothing.

When I recall the sweetness, safety, compassion, and drowsy atmosphere of those afternoons, I can almost feel my mama smoothing away my cares.

Do you have a memory of some moment of sweetness in your past?

Blissings, Dena

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4 comments
Krishna Kamini
Krishna Kamini

I have some fond memories from my early childhood, when Daddy and I lived with his parents. He and my grandfather worked at the Western Maryland Railroad in Cumberland, MD. They left very early each morning. My grandmother, who I called Mom Mom, was up early too, fixing breakfast and packing lunches for them. I had a bed in my grandparents room and would wake on my own. It was like a ritual every morning. Still in my pajamas, I would go to the top of the stairs and listen. I could usually hear Mom Mom in the kitchen, cleaning up from breakfast. Then ever so quietly, holding on to the railing, I would go down only three steps and sit down on that step. There was a swinging door, with a full length mirror on it, between the vestibule and kitchen. When the door was open, I could sit on the step, turn sideways and looking between the rails of the banister and into the mirror, could watch Mom Mom in the kitchen, doing her chores. It was a game, the first game I ever remember playing. I would just sit there, never going down, until eventually Mom Mom, from the kitchen, would also glance into the mirror on the door and see me sitting on the step. Then she would smile and call, "Good Morning sweetie. Come down for breakfast." And our day would begin. This is one of the sweetest memories from my childhood. Daddy remarried when I was five. I left my grandparents home and Mom Mom died the following year.

Ally Palmer
Ally Palmer

What a sweet and touching story, Dena. It's often the little things that stand out and make an impression on us when we're young. One memory that always makes me smile is when I'd take a nap with my son, he'd soothe himself by grabbing a bit of my long hair and tickle his face with it.

dena
dena

Krishna Kamini, I am grateful for your sharing of this beautiful memory. The game you and your Mom Mom played is a lovely way for a child to be truly seen, it touches my heart. This is another piece of the story you offered in Parent-Child Memories: Love Revealed.

dena
dena

Ally, this is such a sweet nap memory with your son. I appreciate you sharing it in the Love Revealed Stories community.

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