I sit with my hands on my computer keyboard summing up my thoughts of my Mother on her birthday today.
I wonder when the transition happens as it does to all of us when our parents, although still our parents, become our friends. It’s a strange shift in the universe when that happens.
I can remember being a kid, a pretty sensitive one who was a little afraid of my Mom. She always spoke her mind and told you what she was thinking. I’ve come to admire that quality in her. I think it’s a trait I have in common with her. I have no problem telling my husband, “your such a dumb ass,” (just kidding, honey).
My mother has always been my biggest supporter in every aspect of my life. She’s taught me to how to put myself in someone else’s shoes, that whole, “How do you think that would make you feel… I still remember when I was pretty young and I bit my sister Cindy on the stomach. I don’t think she bled, but I definitely left an imprint of my teeth. I remember my Mom grabbing my arm and pushing up my sleeve and saying, “how would you like it if someone bit you. I remember screaming – “no, no, no.” But the lesson was learned and I don’t think I’ve ever bit anyone since. THIS DID HAPPEN MOM, I REMEMBER, I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES….
Laughter has always been the number one ingredient that binds my family together.
I know how lucky I am to be born into this crazy, spontaneous, wacky clan. It’s like I hit the lottery….
Happy Birthday Mom, you are one in a million