Something Only She Would Do

This is Pockets. He was my stuffed animal growing up, and I haven't seen him in probably 15 years. His right eye is hanging off, and he is worn out and dirty.  But there he was sitting in my mom's storage unit.  I found him while we were packing stuff up, and it gave me a pang in my chest.  Because I just imagined my mom packing him up so many times over the years as she moved from one place to another.  She held onto him for reasons I know well.  Because she was sentimental. Because it brought back memories of me when I was little.  Because she wanted to give him back to me at some point.  And because she was a momma. 

Momma's are the ones who hold onto all the little treasures in our lives.  As Sally, Janie and I slowly worked our way through boxes a few weeks ago, it was amazing some of the things we found.  Our baby blankets looking almost brand new.  Little letters we wrote when our cursive was way too curly and superfluous.  Our baby bed.  Our high chair.  Little trinkets we got when we were first born.  Our Cabbage Patch dolls and My Little Pony's. Every single thing that was connected to us she kept.

I sit here tonight thinking about Momma.  It is hard to believe it has been a month.