Aunt Norie’s sewing room
As my children grew up I became a “leave the dishes in the sink” kind of mom. I have never been sorry. I never wanted to miss a moment. Children grow up so very fast anyway.
One little hug I got one evening that I’ve never forgotten. I’d been Den Mother for several years, the boys were earning their many badges. A very kind lady had offered limbs from her weeping willow. You know you can just plant that willow twig into the ground and it will take root and grow.
One small lad very shyly asked if he could plant a weeping willow twig in my yard, with “my mom won’t let me” and he certainly did plant it beside my son’s tree. Many years later he was a very tall, handsome young man. “You don’t remember me do you?” he asked. “Not your face but I remember your voice.” Yes it was he.
Brings me to this little gem from the Austin (Minn.) Eagle News:
“I love you, Johnny,” said mother one day, “I love you more than I can say.”
Then she answered his questions with, “don’t bother me now,”and just didn’t have time to show him how to tie his truck to his tractor and plow.
But she washed her windows and scrubbed the floor and baked and cooked and cleaned some more.
“Bring your friend in? Well I should say not,you’d track up my floors and I don’t want a spot. No we won’t have time for a story today, Mother’s cooking for company, so run out and play. Maybe tomorrow,” she’d say with a sigh, and Johnny just went out, almost ready to cry.
“I love you Johnny,” again she’d say, as she washed his face and sent him to bed.
Now how do you think that Johnny guessed, whether it was he or the house she really loved best?
Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.