My kids and husband love to tease me about my weird love and fascination for The Muppets. When I was younger I belonged to the Muppet Fan Club. I received a monthly newsletter in the mail. I had watches, collected the glasses from McDonald's, owned the stuffed animals. My TV schedule centered around The Muppet Show and reruns. I even begged my parents for a Muppet theme bedroom. I am embarrassed to say that at 37-years of age my childhood bedroom is still decorated with Muppet wallpaper and bedding, and I have no desire to have it changed.
I was blessed with 37 years of having a mother. That is so many more years than many people get. Don't get me wrong. Not all of them were rosy. My mother was not perfect and to be honest I was many times a pain-in-the-butt daughter. But she was my mom, one of my best friends, and I miss her deeply. There are times when a daughter just needs her mother. (Especially when raising daughters of her own!)
So sometimes it is the little things. Little things like a shared love for The Muppets. Because you never know when the little things, may just be the memories you remember the most later in life.
"Life's like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending." ~ Jim Henson