The tiny drops of water flowing from the shower head wake me up each morning and in the evening they wash away the struggles of the day. I prefer the shower, but it hasn’t always been that way.
I don’t know why, but for the past couple of days, my childhood memories have tugged at my heart. One of the wonderful memories are of me taking baths in the tub and singing, “500 Miles” at the top of my lungs over and over again.
My parents eardrums suffered because I used to and still sing like a dying cow.
I know I spent many hours singing the same song too many times, but it was my favorite song. Since I only knew the chorus, it really must have been close to Chinese water torture.
There was a window above the tub and since we didn’t have air conditioning back then, it remained open a lot of the time. My parents would go in the backyard and could hear me singing through the open window. It wasn’t until recently that Mom told me that they both got a chuckle from listening to me.
The past couple days of memories have been tough, so after getting home from work, I decided to take a bubble bath to help me relax.
I lit the candles…
used a pretty bar of soap…
and played with the bubbles…
just like when I was a little girl.
I didn’t sing or figure out why I missed the “good old days,” but I did relax and I guess that really was the point of the whole adventure tonight.
Dad, I still miss you and can’t believe you’ve been gone over a year. It is still very sad.
Mom, I miss you too even though you live just ten minutes down the road because tonight it feels like I’m 500 miles away from home.
Big things come in small packages. This short post evoked powerful memories of my parents & warm, good times gone, but never forgotten. They would have reached their 75th anniversary in two days. Thanks for reviving the memories.
A red bar of soap? Why doesn't that surprise me! I hope the tea candles around the tub are soy candles! Great post, Redhead Riter, I enjoyed reading it! There were some really poignant memories that you recalled!
An authentic flash of insight! Brings me to just how powerful memories are.
I take baths about twice a week in my big, claw foot tub that is deeper than most tubs. So soothing! No candles though. Love this post!
Beautiful post.
Beautiful post. It brought tears to my eyes. My mom has been gone since 1999, but still feels like yesterday at times. Big hugs to you. Your memories are beautiful. Cherish them and give a big hug to your mom from me.
Karen
Awe, that was nicely written and thought-provoking. I love the pictures used in the post. I really need to take a nice bubble bath like that – I used to all the time, but have been rushing under steamy hot showers lately. Have a great weekend.
Im stopping by from Friendship Friday.
Thanks Yona!
You should take time for yourself…all the time. If you don’t take care of yourself first, you can’t take care of anyone else. 😉
What a touching post. I loved the pictures as well. And I remember singing “500 Miles” along with my Dad (but the PPM version).
Thank you, Jennifer!