This journey learning to live without my Mom is not easy. Today's memory isn't one of my own, but is a story that I heard my Mom tell numerous times.
I have always been a morning person. Mom used to say that I would come to her bedside and pat her to wake her up telling her "I hungy" in the wee hours of the morning. She would tell me that she and my dad would lower my baby bed to the lowest setting and they could never figure out how I managed to get out of my bed, but I would every night or very many nights anyway. When I was old enough, Mom taught me to pull the drawers out so that I could climb up and get a bowl. I would do this in order to make myself a bowl of cereal. I remember climbing up those drawers to get my bowl. I was so tiny back then. In fact, not much bigger than I am in this picture. I think it used to make Mom crazy because I was always a morning person. I still am, although now I am not quite as bright-eyed and bushy tailed as I was back then. I am so thankful for the memories that I have of my Mom and those times.