I don't think of my mother every day... but how she raised my brothers and me is just ingrained and sometimes it leaks out... and that makes me think of her.
I laugh because sometimes when I'm frustrated or caught off guard, I shout things like, "Boy howdy" or "Oh for Pete's sake" or "By golly" or "Heavens to Betsy"
My friends get a kick out of these... But they came from my my mother's desire for us kids not to cuss. She used to wash out my mouth with Dial soap when I said things like, "Gosh darn it" or "Jeez" because they were TOO close to using the Lord's name in vain.
Another thing she taught us (without telling us) was how to say "Good morning" ... Now this wasn't just any Good Morning... This is with buttery warmth that the person you are saying it to doesn't even have to look at you to know you are smiling with happiness in your heart as you say it.
This buttery warm "Good morning" came out of me this morning... to the "friend" that has not been kind to me lately. I had not planned to say it... It just came out. On top of it, it came out sounding just like my mother!
As I walked past out of the door, the weight of it hit me. That was my mother that said that. THAT was something she would have totally done. Been sweet and buttery when anyone else would have thought sour would have been the place. She had a wonderful way of moving past things.
I'm not there yet... but I am proud to say, "I'm becoming my mother."
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