Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, October 25, 2012 at 04:38 PM.

Mama spoiled me.  I will be the first to admit that.  She didn’t spoil me with things, she spoiled me with words.

You know what I mean.  Anything I had drawn with a crayon, cut out of construction paper, built with Lincoln Logs or written for a school assignment was a masterpiece to my Mama.  She would ooh and aah and tell me how wonderful my work was and how talented I was.

No matter how ridiculous, any idea I came up with that showed the least bit of ingenuity, she would tell me how great of an idea it was.  She never stopped.  Her words were always encouraging.

Her words kept me going.  Mama made me out to be much better than I could ever dream of being.  As I got older, I realized how much I needed to hear Mama’s words.

Often, I find myself in situations or conversations where I want to stop and ask, “Please, don’t you have at least one positive thing to say?”   I guess what Mama was teaching me was that positive words and encouragement are important for not just me, but for everyone.

Like Mama, I’m somewhat of a pack rat.  The other night, I was going through an old cardboard box of things that I ended up with when my older brother and I were cleaning out Mama’s room at the retirement home.

There were a lot of pretty party napkins.  Mama had limited space, but they were colorful and easy to store in a drawer, so I guess she enjoyed looking at them.  It looked like she had probably kept one from each of the parties they had there at the retirement home.  Maybe I will frame them.



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