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Remember Love Most of All

Posted on the 22 March 2013 by Juliejordanscott @juliejordanscot

My Prayer: May My Children Always Remember Taken at Zion National Park last Summer. May they remember.... It is time for the Five Minute Friday Flash Mob of writers. Every Thursday night until Midnight Eastern time a group of incredible women gather, waiting for our prompt for the week. We never know what our prompt will be, but we catch up, nibble on nutella, laugh and sometimes cry and then we write write write!

Thank you for being here for Five Minute Friday!

Now: my words on REMEMBER...

I am nothing if not a fierce mother.

I get complimented on my motherhood yet it is something I am most petrified of failing at, especially since after my first daughter was stillborn one of the popular books to read had the title, When Pregnancy Fails.  I felt like such a failure as a woman, even though the cord accident was a fluke.

Ever since I was pregnant with Katherine, my second daughter, I would pray she (and my others) would remember the good times, the positive memories, the traditions we created together. I longed for them to remember the laughter and the stories.

In our storytelling family, my children know the people I grew up with almost as well as I do.

I have told the story of my first day of first grade so many times that when there was a young women in a mini-dress with dark hair and a big smile, my then five-year-old Emma gasped and said, “Mommy! Look! It’s Miss Foley!”

She did look like her, actually, only Miss Foley would have been in her late 50’s and the long ago young Miss Foley had become Mrs. Downing a long time in the past.

I hope Katherine remembers how much I pulled for her, how much I am glad and said of the advice of mine she took. I hope she knows how much she is loved, not just because she is “the good one” and always does what is expected, but just because she is.

I hope Emma remembers how many times I got up after I fell. I hope she remembers how many times I helped her up after she fell. I hope she remembers how many compliments she received from so many people.

I hope Samuel remembers the many times I went to bat for him, advocating, being an activist, talking to teachers and doctors and more teachers to be sure he got exactly what he needed educationally as well as socially.

I hope they each remember the last words I say to them each day as they leave me to go to school, “I love you!”

I remember my voice, ringing out to their hearts – even or especially when they know they don’t have to reply to still receive my love. I remember….


A quick look at the guidelines from the gypsy mama - Lisa Jo Baker who is also our ringleader!

5-minute-friday-11. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!

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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. 

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