This sweet Mama Mallard and her fuzzy duckling, (which I’d like to think are a mother/daughter combo), were paddling around Coan Lake at Heritage Park on a visit I made there last Spring. When I saw these up-close shots on the screen, I immediately tucked them away for my 2021 Mother’s Day post.
I consider myself lucky because, as an only child, I had Mom’s undivided attention from birth until I started kindergarten at age 5 1/2; and, truth be told, she fussed and fretted over me for many more years after that time period. Just like this duckling, as a toddler, I never left Mom’s side, except to run around the house banging on pots and pans during “Romper Room” or while engrossed with “Captain Kangaroo” or “The Mickey Mouse Club” – oh, the fond memories of the characters on those shows and, now that I think of it, perhaps Mom was glad for the brief respite of answering my slew of never-ending questions during the time I was parked in front of the TV. In between naps, meals and TV programs, I had “preschool” courtesy of Mom and I memorized spelling and vocabulary lists and learned simple math using matchsticks or Smarties (the Canadian equivalent of M&Ms). “Smarties math” was rare as I wasn’t allowed to eat candy except on special occasions.
While I might have been fascinated with Mom defrosting the freezer, making me frothy egg nog using a handheld metal egg beater, or baking my favorite cookies, I guess I should have paid better attention to Mom’s cleaning and cooking skills, as these days I sure don’t excel in either. But I have Mom’s personality and for that I am blessed. (In my humble opinion of course.)
The family albums are chock-full of photos documenting me from a newborn through the decades and I cherish each and every picture. I’ve digitized those photo albums, so I can travel down memory lane on a day like today when I want to remember the special Mommy-and-Me moments all those years ago, like these two pictures circa late 50s.
On this Mother’s Day, I hope you are lucky enough to give your mom a hug, have a telephone chat or share a smile via Zoom. How I wish I could do that, but my mom passed away in 2010, so all that remains are the photographs and memories.
I’ll leave you with this quote: “Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.” – Unknown