Saturday, November 27, 2010

Good Morning Merry Sunshine

We dusted off an essay I wrote for my mom a few years. I found it when I was clearing out a file of writings. It made me smile to remember that decades-old nickname, so I though I'd share it with you today.

Wishing you a pleasant day,


That phrase echoes down through the decades of my life, still spilling warmth and light into my soul. It’s a phrase I haven’t thought of in years, but when it wiggled its way out from some dusty memory bank I stopped to take notice. For with those little words came such a sweet flood of happy and warm feelings.

For a fleeting moment I was back in the old farm kitchen. I must have only been five or six at the time. I have a recollection of padding my sleepy-eyed self down the little hallway into the sun flooded kitchen, where Mommy was probably making breakfast. She stopped whatever she was doing to welcome me into the day by her cheery, “Good morning, Merry Sunshine.”

I don’t recall if Mom used that little nickname on a regular basis, or just that one time, but even after all these years, just remembering it again makes me feel all warm and cozy. Her words, spoken so long ago, poured out something precious – like costly ointment -- over me. They are a reminder that Mom’s love for me over my lifetime has been like sunshine…always warming, always cheering, always brightening.

Words a mother speaks over her children can echo over a lifetime. The use of nicknames, whether pretty, cute, funny or gently teasing of a special personality trait, when spoken with love and kindness, can give a child a sense of belonging and of being well loved. That’s exactly what “Merry Sunshine” did for me all those years ago.

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  1. How sweet! Your Mom sounds lovely!

  2. Brenda, you just took me back to my childhood! My mother would often, often come into my bedroom in the morning and while pulling the curtains back to let the sunlight in, she would sing, "Good morning merry did you wake so soon?" And now I can't even remember the rest of the words to that little song she'd sing, often bending over me with a kiss. For me, too, it was a warm, loving way to be awakened. Thank you for that blessed memory.

  3. Love those precious memories. You did a good job of helping me to relive some of my own as I read your post. Beautifully done.

  4. I love it. Yes, I remember my dad saying, "How's my Susieque?" I loved it. I remember my mother leaning over in church and saying to me, "You're my Precious Jewel." That was the name of an old hymn that we were singing at the time. I love Merry Sunshine. Maybe I will use on one of my grandkids.


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