Mama and daughter

We're having an unplanned special day with just us girls today. Mariposa's unwell with a sore throat, so just Papa and Maestro have gone out.

I always enjoy these special times when we have one on one time with either of the children. It's never quite the same as when they are together; not that I don't enjoy being with them both ... it's just different.

Today, whilst I was brushing her hair, having a cuddle and then doing a little sewing on her new Ruby Doll kit, I remembered those times I enjoyed helping my Mum around the house, or just sitting and talking. I don't know how my sisters all managed to get time with Mum as our family grew. There are quite a few of us (6 girls) but I do have fond memories of Mum spending time teaching me to knit and cook. They were just snippets of time, but isn't it interesting how you do hold those times with you forever? This is what was foremost in my mind as I was spending time with my own daughter today.

By the time I was in grade 3, which would be when I was around the age of 9, I was already convinced I wanted to be a teacher, just like Mum. Mum would always talk about what was foremost in her mind, as she still does today, so most in our family learnt to become quiet listeners. If there was anything she thought may be lacking in our knowledge, she'd have to research and then tell us all that she found .. and yes, she still does that today too!

I wonder what sort of memories I'll be leaving with my Mariposa? What will she decide to keep close for recall when she has her own family?