Sunday, October 18, 2015

30 Days of Love

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

This is a re-post in honor of my love for an aunt as she showed her love for me.


According to Rose Kennedy: "Life isn't a matter of milestones but of moments."
This is my, Tia Paring.  She is pretty, isn't she?

If I can only put into words those moments I spent with my Tia Paring my milestones will fill a book!

To mention some:

She sewed my dress for my first piano recital .. a white organdy dress with flowing  layered skirt.  I can not forget those times she would come home during her break from work just to show me how to do the lazy daisy stitches on each layer. We chose the maroon color and  I felt  like a princess as I proudly sat before the piano that morning of the recital with my beautiful skirt covering  the whole piano bench!  I was 9!

Then, one day, I discovered a secret!  I often wondered how she always had money for everything.  One day somebody came, crying.  They talked.  Then she went to a  cabinet, took something from inside, gave it to the neighbor who thanked her so profusely I thought my Tia's hand would get detached  from her arm. That's when I discovered that in that mysterious cabinet she kept a box for her loose change so she could have something to give to those who come  to her unexpectedly.  No wonder  her house was always full of people on Christmas day.

Like many parents of her generation, she never demonstrated her affection publicly,  but, next to her own children,   I know that she loved me and my older sister very much. I just felt it.  She was the one who showed me how to "take care" of myself when I first had my "monthly visitor".  I was coming home from school when I noticed her by the door, which I thought was unusual.  As I entered the house,  she whispered to me to go to the bathroom and there she talked to me about that girly thing. That's when I learned that she had been checking the clothes I took off every morning.  Oh, I can jus imagine how many of my underwears she had hand washed for me.

All of my uncle and aunts my mom's side called me by  another name: Minda.   That's one thing I will miss the most. I will never hear her call me by that name anymore.

1 comment:

Mimi Lenox said...

Strong women in your family. You were blessed to have a safe place to fall. She is a beautiful woman - inside and out.
Thank you for sharing her with us.