Originally Written
February 17, 2015

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, what will I be

Will I be pretty, will I be rich

Here’s what she said to me….

Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours, to see

Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be

I was between 3 and 4 years of age when I first heard Doris Day sing this song on the radio. I think perhaps I remember it, because I asked my mother nearly the same questions, as I was growing up.

Raising a child, in the era I come from, was a serious matter. Parents were responsible for bringing up responsible and unspoiled children. So, when I asked my mother if I was pretty or would I be pretty. She usually replied, “pretty is as pretty does” and if someone else pointed out how pretty one of her children were, she would say “ALL my children are pretty”, but never directly said to me how pretty she thought I may be.

In her own way she made up for that later. When she stayed with me, a spell a couple of decades ago, I got dressed one morning. In my favorite jeans and shirt, ready for a day of grocery and Walmart runs. She looked at me and said, “I wish I could look that good in a pair of jeans” Yep, that sure meant a lot. We added, shopping for jeans for Mamma, that day.

This was originally a Facebook post. Just a random memory, that sparked another random memory. Time traveling in a sense. Some people tell me I overshare in my favorite social media outlet. Sometimes I think that may be somewhat truthful. Mostly, I believe I am maintaining memories, that could be lost to me and my family and friends forever, should I lose them to dementia or Alzheimer’s in my older age.

I came across it again today while reviewing memories I have posted on this day in the past. After very little thought to it, it is now part of my life list of stories. To be shared or not by my loved ones when I am no longer traversing this Earth. I hope they do. Love Always, Me