Childhood memories of mom’s caretaking never go away


I don’t feel well. Sinus stuff. Sometimes when I feel this way, I also get nostalgic. Not nauseated, nostalgic.

I remember being very young and feeling miserable. As I lay in bed, my mom rubbed the cure-all of Vick’s VapoRub on my chest and told me it would make me feel better.

“Thank you, Momma,” I said. 

When I’m sick and miserable now, my wife does a good job of taking care of me, too. Good thing.

I’ve heard it said that when a woman goes through child birth, she almost has an idea of what it feels like for a man to have a cold. Maybe that’s why mommas take such good care of us.

My mom has always been a godly example for us, teaching us passages from the Bible, helping us learn how to apply them.

She’s done her best to keep us in good health physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally. She’s kept me well-fed and helped me through some of the darkest days of my life.

She’s one of the many reasons I’m thankful during the Christmas season.

I know we don’t all have all our loved ones around us anymore, and if you don’t my heart goes out to you.

The older I get, the more real this is to me. And even one distant Christmas when I can’t be with the ones I love, I’ll still be grateful for memories, like of the warmth and menthol smell of VapoRub and the loving hands that applied it.

Thank you, Momma.

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