Remembering

I had a dream a while back. I was laying down on our futon in the living room taking my mid-morning nap because I was 8 months pregnant to the day. It was September 28 and my little girl was born October 28. The morning sun was coming in our window and casting warm shadows on our wall as I drifted off into slumber with the most pleasant feeling. I looked up and I saw my mother. We were in our living room in the house that I grew up in. She was sitting on our couch with a beautiful baby girl on her lap dressed only in a diaper and her hair was wet. She had just had a bath and my mom was combing her hair. It was light brown and curly. I smiled and said, “We know where she got those curls! From her daddy!” I knew the baby girl was mine. She reached out to me and Mom passed her over to me. She threw her little arms around my neck and hugged me so tight. I was sitting on the floor underneath the large Norfolk pine that my mother had in a pot by the window. The sun was shinning down through the branches and I was thinking... She’s my little girl and I was over flowing with joy! I woke up. The sun was still shining, but my mom was gone and I was in our living room. The Lord had given me that dream to comfort my heart. I was sad because my mom had passed away 18 years earlier and I missed her so much at this time in my life. I knew from the sonogram that our baby was a girl and we were going to call her Mary Ellen, but I didn’t know her hair color or texture. She does have light brown hair with gold and red highlights and it is curly like her daddy’s. The Lord was telling me that my mom was so happy for me and some how she knew about Mary. It is so special because Mary smiles just like my mom. She favors my husband’s side of the house a lot, but she has that same sweet beautiful smile that my mom has. Today marks the 22nd year that mom passed away and I still miss her very much. She laid a wonderful foundation for me in my early years and gave me wisdom and knowledge that I still carry with me today. My mothering skills and being a wife, came from my mom and the Lord. She taught me many wonderful things. I wished I had her now, when questions about raising Mary come up, but I just pray and ask the Lord to help me with inspiration from the Holy Spirit. He has given Rich and I this blessed job, to raise her in the knowledge of the Lord that she may grow up in His love. Thank you Mama for being such a good example to me.