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Miss you Mom

A macro photo of a cluster of sweet pea flowers.

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Even though my mom has been gone for seven years or so, I really miss her. I miss calling her to tell her something funny or cute that the grandkids or the dogs did, or to talk over a politician’s mis-step with her. She was such a great audience! Always willing to be amazed and impressed!

 Because of her pile of “reading materials” by the kitchen window, she usually had some interesting news to share with me, too, whether it was about a recent visitor to her bird feeder, or the latest local news.

Everyone from her past talked about what a beautiful young woman mom was, and she retained that beauty.  Sometimes I could coax her to tell me of proposals that she had turned down. Several dashing older men visited us through the years…beaus of my mom’s. She gave them lemonade on the front porch and talked about old times. It was kind of embarrassing to hear her giggle, but lovely to see the adoration in their eyes.

Memories of our mothers linger inexplicably; as a beautiful woman wearing red lipstick and Ponds powder, primping at the mirror; or in an apron, smiling from the warmth of a kitchen smelling of home-baked bread with an offer of fudge pans to lick;  or an exhausted working mom, coming home, fixing dinner and then grading papers at the kitchen table until tucking us into bed.

My mom was all of these to me and so much more; keeper of a boarding house with nine men in our upstairs;  an amateur vet, who nursed our animals and more than once was dragged around in the snow by Blackie, our unruly Lab; a passionate lover of flowers who always had sweet peas on our kitchen table in summer; a naturalist, planting our entire back yard with tree seedlings and other wild plants until it resembled a miniature forest, sealing her off from prying eyes.

Mom was a political activist who would call her Congressmen to get help for herself and others, indignant at mistreatment of the “underdog”. She knew quite a few  ‘underdogs’: they were her special friends. Through the years, I got to know quite a few of her students, who came home for dinner because they needed special attention from “Teacher”.

Nobody could get me riled up like my mom, and yet, nobody quite touches my heart like she did either. I really miss her!

2 Responses

  1. How beautiful! I love getting this glimpse of your time with your mom!

    • Wish you could have known her when she was her best self!

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