Honoring my mom with her very own Thursday Thirteen this week. Rest in Peace, Momma. You know I can hear you wherever you are.
Thirteen Things about my Mom
1. She never, not once ever, wore pants in her life. (Can you imagine??)
2. Her favorite show in the past year was “Dog, Bounty Hunter” – she never did have great taste in television shows.
3. When I think of her as a color, pink always comes to mind. In fact, the words pink and mom are forever synonymous in my mind.
4. Mom had a very high tolerance for pain and a not-so-high one for nurses who didn’t speak english very well.
5. She was 29 when she got married and I used to taunt her about being an old maid. Please to be noting that *I* got married when I was 39. She definitely had the last laugh on that one. (Ha! and told me so, too!)
6. Since we didn’t have any children, she adopted Max as her “Granddog” and proudly spoke of him that way. She never, ever made me feel “less than” because I couldn’t give her a grandchild even though she dearly loved babies. I think I felt worse about it for her than she did.
7. No matter what I chose to do career-wise, she always supported me in it. Her mom didn’t do that for her and she wanted so very much to give me what she didn’t have. (And she did a great job at it!)
8. When I moved out of her house (at 25!) she was terrified that I would just go away and forget her. I knew that and for the first year I was out on my own, I called her every. single. day. so she would see that not living with her didn’t equal forgetting about her.
9. Her love for Lauren was almost immeasurable. When La passed away in March, Mom was hell bent on getting to her funeral and moved literally heaven and earth to find a way there. And she did.
10. The stuff she’s been through in the past three-ish years I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. How she managed to keep a smile on her face most days is amazing to me. When you cherished your independence, needing help for the very basic of human needs is pretty sucky. Not to mention that you could no longer go out on your own whenever you wanted to. It was very, very hard on her.
11. I shall forever and always equate Dunkin’ Donuts coffee with her. Probably the way many in my family equate it with me. She passed on her love for coffee to me although she drank hers black (blargh!) and I take mine with copious quantities of cream and some splenda.
12. She was totally into my burgeoning woo-woo career even if she really didn’t understand it. She thought you actually used a rake to do Reiki. I told her if I ever write about my path, I’m gonna call the book “It’s not voo-doo, Mom! It’s woo-woo!”.
13. We’ve had our ups and downs like almost any mother/daughter relationship but I am thankful that we had lots of time together over the past few years to learn how to relate to each other and to have some serious convos about stuff we said and did. I could truly say goodbye to her Tuesday morning with no regrets at all. That’s one of her many gifts to me. And I know she thought it was one of mine to her.
Peace out, momma-do. I will miss you lots and lots.