As I continue my "Clean Sweep" and continue to "Clean House" I have come across the baby book that my mother keep for me. She wrote the information as if talking/writing to me. Mom was so detail oriented that I can tell you exactly what gifts, cards, and monies that I received from birth to 10 years old.
She wrote about how in the first months of my life she was afraid that I was blind. She wrote about my wobbly eyes. The doctor's back then didn't seem to know about nystagmus (a congenital or acquired persistent, rapid, involuntary, and oscillatory movement of the eyeball, usually from side to side.) And, it seems that my brain needed a bit of time to adjust to my condition. She told me how happy she was when I finally saw my hands and she knew I could see.
I have a sample of my golden blond hair that she kept from my first haircut. I didn't cry or fuss. Thank you, Uncle Jerry. I have my first lost tooth.
I have a treasure that is priceless. Thank you, Mom!
Happy Mother's Day
Who cleans the house and washes the dishes?
Who cleans the kids and washes the floors?
Who gets the dinner and the supper?
Who is the best person in the world?