It is that time again, a blog post from my mom on Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mamas out there!
As Chanin’s mother and now her annual guest blogger, I am here to speak of my memories of my children. But I’ve decided to change it up a bit and talk about my mother, Mema.
My mother became Mema to everyone when Chanin was born. I wanted Chanin to call her Nana, but mom was determined her moniker would be Mema. She won.
She and my dad were so excited to become grandparents they could not stop talking about it and preparing for it. We lived in Tennessee and would visit quite often so Mema set up everything in duplicate at her house. Every piece of baby equipment, bedding, cloth diapers, bottles, etc was all lined up and ready for use each time we visited. All I had to do was load the diaper bag and our clothes.
Mema would pick us up at the airport in Tulsa and drive straight to Papa’s office in Quapaw, OK. She and Papa would be so excited to see Chanin.
Mema also dug out my Singer sewing machine (a graduation gift I left behind, mainly because it was supposed to be a car but that is a story for another day) and started sewing for Chanin when she got a little older. Summer outfits galore and fall/winter long dresses with coordinating pinafores. ***Note from the editor: What the heck is a pinafore and did you say dresses???***
The kid looked adorable.
When we would visit in the spring and summer, Mema would load Chanin in her stroller and her cool kiddie sunglasses to take her to watch Papa play in golf tournaments.
Mema was always there for Chanin as well as her five other grandkids who followed. She sat with us when some of the kids were sick and required hospitalization. She attended birthday parties, graduations, weddings and births of great-grandchildren. Though the years and numbers of babies increased and her enthusiastic exuberance waned somewhat, her love for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren remained strong. She loved and adored us all.
We love and miss you, Mema.