eighteen years of memories

Fifteen years ago today, almost to the hour that I started writing this, my mom died. I’ve written a number of posts that reference her in some way or another (some about her, some about me missing her), but what I realized in reading through these posts in the wee hours of the morning (which is why I’m still awake right now) is that I’ve never made an effort to document my favorite things about her and I think it’s time I did. So, if you didn’t know my mom (which is the vast majority of you), you might just want to skip this blog post because it’s really for me. Or you can read it. Either way.

I’m going to start with a disclaimer. My mother was amazing, but she wasn’t perfect. She had flaws and my childhood had some very hard moments. And when I say hard, I don’t mean parents getting divorced hard, I mean really, truly, terrifyingly hard. And part of that was due to some not so great choices my mom made.  Having said that, you mothers who fear that you are permanently jacking up your kids, don’t worry about it. You probably aren’t. And chances are, if you love them, and do your best to like them (two very different emotions), they’ll probably turn out okay and only need a little bit of therapy…which really, who doesn’t? And even though I only had 18 years with my mom, and even though some of those years were really hard, and even though she didn’t always make great choices, I still feel like I won the Mom Lottery.

My mom instilled a love of the outdoors in me. For a number of years, during two weeks each summer, she was a camp lifeguard. She volunteered as a counselor at Two Sentinels Girl Scout Camp. All of the counselors had nicknames that they went by during camp; hers was Jaws. And because she was a counselor, I got to start going to camp several years before I was actually a Girl Scout. Camping became part of my life. As I got older, I discovered how much I loved backpacking, too. And this all started with a mom who taught me by example. That said, don’t think she didn’t have her butane curling iron with her…my mother always had her hair done and her makeup on in public.

And this is the fun part about doing this…I had completely forgotten about my mom’s butane curling iron that could always be found in her purse, you know, just in case.

Oh, and in addition to the years of the butane curling iron, she always had a perm.

My mom was a CRAZY driver, and I kind of love that about her. Not because she lacked actual driving ability…she just had so many other things to do that she couldn’t be bothered to pay that much attention; like apply her mascara, curl her hair, suck on her unicorn lollipops. Which brings me to something that I always thought was weird, but always loved, too. My mom loved this one type of unicorn lollipop. To this day, any time I see one (like the other day at Dylan’s), I think of my mom and wonder if maybe it’s the type she would have liked.

Still on the driving note, one night, after picking my sister up from gymnastics (side note – my mom was unbelievably committed to all of our commitments), we were headed home and the three of us younger kids were fighting in the back seat of our white station wagon about who knows what. My mom missed a turn because she was yelling at us, and when she went to turn the car around, she ended up backing into a ditch…like, a canal type ditch. We were totally stuck. And the best part was the bumper sticker we had on that car: “If you don’t like the way I drive, stay off the sidewalk.” I’m sure the tow-truck driver got a good laugh out of that.

My mom loved flowers. I’m not sure if this came before or after she met her best friend, Sydne, who is an amazing florist. But she loved them. Gardenias in particular. When I was deciding not to get married and walking into the building where I would have the final conversation with the soon-to-be ex-fiance–the one that would require me to hand back my ring–I walked past a gardenia bush in full bloom. I picked one and held it in my hand as I tearfully ended my engagement. And it felt like my mom was there, with me. (Okay, so this memory isn’t so much about my mom, but whatever…I feel like she was part of it…plus this is my blog post, so whatever.)

Throughout my childhood, flowers were a part of life. I remember more than a few days when I just didn’t feel like going to school was going to be something I wanted to do, my mom would sometimes let me skip so I could go over to Sydne’s and help with whatever flower arranging was being done. (It’s no wonder that, to this day, I love getting flowers.) It was during these moments that I learned how to be a friend, both from my mom’s example, and from Sydne’s. I learned about unconditional love in friendships. And with all of her skills learned from Sydne, she was able to make the flower crowns all of the senior cheerleaders wore for the homecoming football game.

My mother was an amazing seamstress; a perfectionist really. My senior year in high school, I was looking for a dress for homecoming and it was down to the wire…one week left. Thankfully, I managed to find a black dress that I loved. As luck would have it, my best friend found the same dress on the same night. I was devastated. And it wasn’t like I could show up wearing the same dress Ashley was wearing, since we were going in the same group. My mother didn’t miss a beat. We hopped in the car and headed to the fabric store where we found a pattern and some beautiful black taffeta. In a week, she had sewn me a dress that I loved. Of course, in true Kim fashion, she was finishing the hand-sewn hem as my date walked up to the door (the dress was on me). To this day, that is my favorite dress that I’ve ever worn.

While I don’t have a digital photo of my homecoming dress, she made this one, and just about every other dress I wore before I turned 10.

My mom loved holidays. Loved. Them. Christmas was her favorite. And she insisted on having a flocked tree (seen below in the background). We also had a kids’ tree. It was a big deal when I was finally old enough to help decorate the “nice” tree. She taught me the order in which to put the decorations on the tree (lights, bows, ornaments) so that you ended with a perfectly and evenly decorated tree. And she made most of our ornaments. My favorite are these lovely ceramic ornaments that she hand painted of various Christmas scenes.

Please ignore the weird posing going on…that’s what 16-year-olds do.

Incidentally, my mom’s last Christmas was the Christmas of my freshman year of college. She had not been feeling well, but it was so important to her that we came home to a decorated house. She actually hired my friend Wendy (far right) to help her get everything done before my sister and I got home from college. The night before we got home, she’d been making sure everything looked perfect, so she lit all of the candles. Well, she forgot about one of them and ended up scorching a little ledge and baluster in our living room. Kind of a classic Kim thing to do.


She was also an amazing cook/baker. Back when I was in elementary school (pre lawsuits and childhood obesity) she would bake a huge batch of her delicious sugar cookies (someday Alicia and I will sell these in our bakery) for each of our birthdays and would bring them into school with frosting bags and tips for our classes to decorate. For all her flaws, my mother had the patience of a saint. My favorite things that she cooked/baked: bar-b-que chicken, beef stroganoff, English muffin pizzas (for all of you mothers out there with those favorite recipes locked away in your heads…please write them down somewhere or you might end up with kids who are so sad to not have them; the pizza sauce recipe is gone forever), frosted nut cookies, my favorite punch base, apricot chicken, and swiss cheese chicken. She was alway happy to have us in the kitchen.

She was my biggest cheerleader and my best critic. She taught me to be honest with myself and others. She taught me to accept the consequences of my choices. She taught me that things always work out and that I shouldn’t borrow trouble (something I still haven’t learned). She was generous with her time and her love. She taught me that trust and love should go hand in hand. She also taught me that swearing at your kids won’t permanently damage them…and can actually be kind of hilarious. And that you can still love someone even when you don’t like them very much at a given moment.

Okay, so the more I write, the more there is to write, but for now I will end with some of the snapshots of my mom that seem to be embedded in my mind. Snapshots of her out in our pool teaching swim lessons. Of her speeding down our court in the Party Van blasting Neil Diamond. Of her telling me to wake her up if my friends and I decided to go TP-ing in the middle of the night so she would know where we were. Of her excitement when I came home after cheerleading tryouts and I told her I made it because she knew how much I wanted it. Of her coaching my swim/basketball/soccer/softball teams over the years. Of her laughing. Of her voice. Of her playing with my oldest nephew, the only grandbaby she got to meet in this life. Of her eating frozen orange Kool-Aid and cocktail onions. Of her lying in a hospital bed. Of her sitting on the couch in the den, ready for me to come in a share whatever burden was weighing me down on any given day.  And finally, of her bending over her huge purse to look for something on the last day I saw her alive.

ETA: I am loving the little memories some of you are sharing! If you have a memory you want to share, please do!

10 thoughts on “eighteen years of memories

  1. thanks for sharing. i love it. it makes me think of what i would write about my own mom. btw…my mom's favorite flowers are gardenias, too…every time i smell them i think of her.

  2. Lately, your posts have me wanting to reach through the computer to give you a hug. And, I'm not a hugger. Sweet thoughts, my dear. BTW, want to run a race in Texas? We're moving to San Antonio in August.

  3. Hi Chloe. I am very sorry to hear of your mom's passing. When I think of your mom I picture her at the Valley Vista pool teaching lessons and if I recall, always with her hair and makeup done and gold jewelry is also coming to my mind…..When you mentioned your white station wagon I could instantly seeit driving down Wiget Lane (she must have been heading to the Miles' house!) This was a lovely post in remembrance of your mother. As a mother, I hope that someday my children have even a handful of those wonderful words for me. Glad to see you are happy and well – take care. Enjoy reading your blog~Hilary (www.ranoldandhilary.blogspot.com)

  4. love this post. you'll be so happy you have these memories written down as the years pass….I miss your mom's watermelon squares!

  5. oh chloe! i have tears remembering all the things you've talked about! it was a little unnerving having your mom put on her mascara as she was driving though :)I was with your mom helping to ge tready to decorate the house that last christmas. I was there when the dr called to say her surgery was going to be rescheduled for after chrsitmas. what a gift that was for your family. I love your mom, too. when mom and i do a wedding, kim alwasy makes it into the conversation. We can't wait to do your wedding!! your mom was as much an intigral part of our life, too! i remember the pomegranites, the abking, the food, the wirlpools! the sleepovers, the game closet, the cat!, the tv room, the everything as if it was all yesterday!I love you sister. I remember the day my mom called adn told me kim had died. i sobbed like ababy but yet knew she was at peace and no longer in pain. I miss you and your family and i wish we could al be closer!maybe we can hook josh adn latelynn up! then we could really be family! (they are only 1 week apart, remember!!i will pass your post to mom! she will be so happy to read of your memories! here's a big hug from me to you!!xoxoxo

  6. I love that you did this! I remember all of it~even our matching dresses 😦 oops! I miss your mom and wish she was still here. I SOO remember that trip to Oregon and Kim driving late at night blasting sweet caroline in the silver van sucking on her lollipop! Love those memories! Love you!

  7. Hi Chloe, I have a horrible memory but I do remember your mom providing yummy treats for us when we were there and always being so open with her home and allowing people to hang out whenever. I can't believe it's been 15 years. You all look a little bit like her. She is very pretty. It does seem like you have a lot of great memories and so many things she taught you. Thanks for sharing.

  8. From Jaime E. via FB: Chloe—what I remember most of your mom is how accepting she was of everyone. She loved you and your friends which was evident every time I saw her. Her home was a safe place for anyone that needed a break. I think you are doing a wonderful writing about her for yourself and your mom.

  9. Hi Chloe,I remember your mom at Valley Vista and I can't remember if she gave my brother swim lessons or if she was giving other kids swim lessons but I do remember that she was very patient with them. Your mom was very friendly to me even though I wasn't a swimmer and you and I weren't in the same circle of friends. Whenever I saw her she made me feel like I was with my own mom. I remember her hair, her earrings, and the makeup that was always just right. I didn't know that your mom had passed until we were friends on FB. I am sorry for you and your families loss.Take care,Heather

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