My mom sent me an email today that reminded me of what a goofy kid I was when I was little…
How is life treating my #1 son?
I had a question posed to me today on a website I belong to, and it brought back a special memory of you in a rush, and just thought I would share it with you, before I did the other women. Of course, our real identities remain anonymous.
The question posed was: “What was the most special gift a child ever gave you?”
Immediately, I remembered the Puyallup Fair one year where you had $20 to your name and spent it all on me. Because, in those days, I was such a fanatical cleaner and duster, you had listened to one of those guys under the Grandstand and he was hawking those “chamis” -yellow, dusting cloths for either the house and furniture or nice cars. You so proudly spent your entire $20 on me and those cloths to help me with keeping the house in Graham cleaned and sparkling!
It brought a warm feeling of gratitude and a rush of good memories back to me.
The love and consideration you showed me, stayed with me and immediately came back to me as “the most special gift” a child ever gave to me.
I love you son.